This semi-charmed kind of life.

Honestly, friends, this started out in my mind as a much different post. (For one thing, there were going to be a lot more puns centered around the Halliwells and Third-Eye-Blind. And maybe something about the new reboot of The Craft.)

This was going to be a jokey mess about the perils of wearing too much leather in your later years and being confused for a gothic tween or a New Yorker rebelling against the conformity of Californian fashion (that is to say: flip flops.)

Instead, if I’m being completely honest – and hey, it’s the internet, why shouldn’t I bare my soul to the masses? – I would tell you that I’ve been having a bit of a life crisis over here.