Being 24
Thursday was my 24th birthday, the first day of my mid-twenties, and the start of my self-declared "good year".
If my birthday was a microcosm of the year in it's entirety, I'm looking forward to the next 364 days. This was the first year in recallable history that I did not cry on my birthday. Not at all, not a drop. Dustin took me out for lunch at ( Read more... )
If my birthday was a microcosm of the year in it's entirety, I'm looking forward to the next 364 days. This was the first year in recallable history that I did not cry on my birthday. Not at all, not a drop. Dustin took me out for lunch at ( Read more... )
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It would be like if like Connie Chung suddenly paused from ranting about Iraq to say "Hey! Quit chewing with your mouth open, that is gross."
Haha don't worry about it, no rush or nothing,it's cool. I think I have like three first drafts of letters t you that i restarted around here too.
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