mjj (flemmings) wrote,

  • Mood:
I was counting on my fingers, and unable to remember whether the 15th was a Friday or a Saturday; but it was a Friday and today is the 19th and hence nojojojo's birthday. Then I read her lj entry. Turns out she's a scant 34. Oh-go-away. And come back next year. These days the 20's are no more than the end of adolescence and life *begins* at 35.

(Takes aching middle-aged self off to bed. At 9 flipping 30. And uses winter icon to reinforce the point.)
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