I just totally forgot how old I am.
I was sitting here?
On the couch?
Thinking about my birthday?
And I couldn't determine whether I was turning 32 or 33.
Seriously.
I honestly could not remember.
I had to do the math, based upon my birth date.
1974?
Oh, phew.
I'm only turning 32.
What does this MEAN?
Oh, god.
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2 comments:
thirty-two! look at it with curliques and tarnised REGAL brass plates!
well it doesn't mean you're old. cause you're not "officially old" until you're 35. so you've got some time left.
btw, i love your blog. your wit is awesome.
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