…means still getting to tell people, “I’m in my 20s…” I’m enjoying THAT while it lasts!
…is not so bad. Ten years ago, I thought I would be in a different place than where I am right now. But honestly, I’m happy with the way things turned out.
…is not yet 30! Please give me at least a week to enjoy 29 before bombarding me with comments like, “You’re almost 30…”
…is probably old enough to know better. But in the spirit of being as young as you act, I got drunk on my birthday, yelled at my friend for not doing a shot fast enough and slugged vodka out of the bottle in the backseat of the car while being driven home. I could have passed for 21!
…makes for one mean soccer player. I may not be as fast as some of the young’uns I play against, but I’m definitely smarter. Watch out, kids!
…is less than one-third of how long I plan to live.
So many books...
9 years ago
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not only did you break into the vodka bottle on sat. night, but let's also recall friday night on the way to the BNL concert. the malibu and jack nips and the complicated drivethrough order at mc'ds.....
we are putting up a hell of a fight to this turning 30 thing.
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