I Am 17, Going on 18

[miss_barbara]

So I have this thing, where whenever a date I'm dreading comes up as an expiration date for food, I find it alright to freak out.  I know this makes no sense, but it's been a practice of mine for quite a few years.  Today my Milk had the date: Aug 31 on it.  That is the last safe day.  The last day Jill will live with me.  The last day I'm positive

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[_astoria_]

I like this method.
I too have similar superstitious tendencies involving dates.