Jadon, my ex/the man whore, always told me to say I was 24. "You're never too old or too young for anyone when you're 24," he'd say.
It was nice not to have to lie for a full year.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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4 Comments:
i always thought 24 was a good age myself.
now i'm 25. oh how quickly the years go by....
*sniff*
Immanuel Kant, one of the greatest philosophers of all time, didn't do anything of significance until the wise old age of 57. Some of the most entertaining and exuberant people I've ever come across have been old, old ladies. Despite what Chanel or Loreal would like us to believe, it is clear that the best people consistently improve with age, like wine. That's science.
Happy early birthday. I'm sure you'll be more beautiful as time goes on, as hard as that is to fathom.
Awwwwwww, thanks you guys!
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