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25
January 7th, 2006 | No Comments
Contrary to most social and legal standards, I consider age 25 to be the true beginning of adulthood. Not 16, not 18, not 21. Twenty-five. Thus, I guess I am now an adult. Heh.
Now that I’m fully an adult, I suppose it has to stop freaking me out to do adult-y things like wrangle with my insurance company. It doesn’t freak me out to do it–I am the master of the polite customer service smackdown–but it freaks me out after I’ve done it in an “AAAAHHHH, I’m turning into my MOTHER” way.
Happy Birthday to Me!
January 5th, 2006 | No Comments
Ahhh, the big 2-5. Smack dab in my mid-twenties. Scary, huh? I’m like, totally ancient.
Being 24 was pretty damn good; here’s to hoping 25 is even better.
Cheers!
