When did it happen? When did I age? When did "I'm too old for this sh*t" move from the once-a-month utterances of a seasoned youth to the daily lamentations of an angst-ridden droll?
Lately, the thrills of my evenings have been:
--Forming my own model for UN reform, and debating such a model with Z.
--Dining with one or several friends, and then creaking home while the sun is out "'Cause it's getting late."
--Complaining about aches and pains (specifically, a spider bite on my thigh).
--Convincing Z to watch Casablanca with me.
--Lamenting that I seem to be the only person left on this Earth who sees Halloween for what it is, a glorified popularity contest.
--[Gulp] Crafting.
--Applying to graduate school.
Never before has 23 looked so arthritic. Too bad 24 is only weeks away!
Posted by James at September 25, 2004 05:20 PMUnless you are my sister, in which case you are 27 and "OLD".
Posted by: sam at September 28, 2004 12:24 AMYou're not old unless by 'crafting' you mean 'scrapbooking'... You've got a good 20-30 years before THAT happens.
Posted by: Shane at September 27, 2004 02:04 PM