Nineteen years ago today, my mother and father welcomed me into the world.
It’s hard to believe. And now I’m nineteen years old. 19.
Boy, that’s going to take some getting used to.
I watched
Bridget Jones’s Diary again, which makes me want to a) be faithful to an actual diary (no offense, LJ), and b) move to England. The latter of which I’m
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