Okay, I just turned thirty. I’m really a grown up. Five years over what is officially considered ‘youth’. One of my favourite ten year olds informed me that I was ‘three times his age’ as he was teaching me how to use my new laptop … That whole sentence proves that I am approaching senility, doesn’t it?
I’m thinking that when you get past twenty four, it’s just your outsides that age. Your insides are still enjoying the party. I have a new appreciation for plastic surgery, as well as a possessiveness of my own teeth.