The New Boredom

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Just Another Day

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I had one of those birthdays the other day and that meant that some people kept asking me how old I was. I hate that because these days, I don’t really care. I just feel old for the most part. It’s not like when you’re a little kid and some one asks you how old you are and you have it ready to go straight out of the holster: “I’m 7 and 13-15ths!”

So now I just look stupid when I really have to think about it and then when I do the math, it still doesn’t seem right and I don’t trust myself when I say a number.

Looks like it’s back to my old plan of just saying that I’m turning 19 no matter what.

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The one thing that has got me thinking of upgrading…

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Written by photokevo

November 15, 2011 at 12:01 am

Posted in I Hate You

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