Thursday, February 16, 2006

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In 50 hours I'll be 26.

I'm freaking out just a bit.

I shouldn't be.

Last year at this time I compiled a list of things I learned when I was 24. I'm at a loss concerning 25.

I need a toaster.

And a couch.

And to fold my laundry.

posted by Tony @ 12:04 AM 

7 Comments:

Blogger DramaQueen said...

(Continued)
And to be more communicative.

And to allow yourself to sometimes go back to when you were 15 and a good romanc story made everything alright.

And to get your arse to NYC before 27!

Love you - Happy Natal Day!

2:59 AM  
Blogger T said...

DQ,

Are you kidding me? You're gonna ride me about something like being communicative right now when I can't sleep through the night? It's all I can do to not pull out one hundred follicles of my hair, one at a time, because of how I suffer. I thought you loved me...that means you're on MY side, no? But when you say things like that...makes me think you're saying that stuff is all my fault or something. I KNOW you're not saying that, right?

And you KNOW I want to come to NYC. I would come once a season, if it weren't for all that damned walking. 40 blocks this way, 25 blocks that way MY ASS! :) But I'm coming, my love. Is there somewhere near your brownstone I can park my rental car?

I'm ALSO working on the romance story. I'm doing my best, love! You KNOW I am. I'm trying to have something solid. Something true. Something electric. Give me TIME. Puh-leaze.

I love you, too! I'll eat a piece of cake for you!

1:50 PM  
Blogger T said...

And inside jokes can still be mean, GHP. Not that you are being mean--there isn't a mean bone in your little old body. A fat virgin I'm not. BUT!!! I still have people telling me I need to be using anti-wrinkle cream. IN FACT...that I'm a whole year late getting started with my anti-wrinkle cream. I mean...you know me...do I seem like the kind of woman who concerns herself with anti-wrinkle cream?

I think it's OK that I'm freaking out a little. Just might light a fire under me or something. Maybe I'll make a move of some kind, ya know? Maybe I'll be more productive and less frivolous. Maybe I'll condition myself to commit to things I sign up for. Maybe I'll even stop feeling the urge to run away from everything that's the tiniest bit uncomfortable. Maybe I'll dive in all devil-may-care and come up smiling. Maybe I'll try a pomegranate. Or its juice.

You never can tell.

My freaking out may end up surprising you all someday.

And me.

11:18 PM  
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11:00 PM  
Blogger greenhushpuppies said...

No anti-wrinkle cream for you! No freak-outs over smelly... things either.

12:39 AM  
Blogger DramaQueen said...

We discussed this, my dear Fire. Of course it's not all your fault! Not riding you...but you know, we water signs like to make our own reality sometimes. You can't win the argument and be the bigger and better person unless al your bases are covered...that's all I'm sayin'.

and I wouldn't walk 25 or 40 blocks ANYWHERE! It's not that bad. And yes, parking is actually ok in BK.

Get on it, doggone it. I want my fairy tale!!!!!

2:27 AM  
Blogger Mindsurfer said...

Heyy! long time no see. Happy birthday! Don't worry, it's all the same until 30. Then life might start to suck...
Just getting back into civilization and decided to stop by your place to check out whass been 'appenin'...

8:49 PM  

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