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Jul 05, 2008 11:58

My birthday's in twenty-one days.

I don't want to turn twenty-two.

Can't I just turn two?

Isn't that allowed?

I'll turn two and then you can all feed me strained bananas and laugh when I stumble around like a drunk person because that's what you do to two year-olds. Come on, it'll be great! You can teach me to say really offensive things because that's what you do with two year-olds. I'll put purple satin bows in my sparsely grown tufts of hair because that's what I'd do to a two year-old. My art would be so much more profound if I were two years old. Certainly Ben Leatherman would write about marginally successful two year-old painting baby, wouldn't he?

It's final. In three weeks, I will turn into a giant baby.
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