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Either I'm used to really REALLY low key weekends or I'm bloody growing old. But I'm all pooped out after filling both weekend days. Isn't it funny how, when you're 25, you look back and you think.... God, to be 18 again.
Yes.
Well.
To all you 25 year olds, I'm telling you that when you hit 30. (or 33, to be more precise) you've got another thing coming. Heh.
Happy anticipating. It'll come sooner than you think.
Natural introvert, learned extrovert.
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- Fiona Kathleen Hogan
- Testy, cynical and Eurasian. I won't play well with you if you have no bloody common sense. All comments & emails sent me become fodder for my blog.
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As a wise man once said, it's amazing how much "mature judgment" resembles "being too tired."
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