This Is Me, Not Thinking Of You

Feb 03 2009
I’m a twenty-six year old person. I was twenty-five until really recently and it was sort of a sad farewell; you never know how twenty-six will be until you’re twenty-seven, and then it’s too late to enjoy it because you don’t know how twenty-seven will be, and so on. Ideally, when you’re thirty-eight or something you settle into a routine where you know that thirty-nine will be pretty much the same as thirty-eight, but actually I can’t imagine I’ll be doing something at thirty-eight that will be mature/grown up/etc, so toss that whole idea out the window.

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