And I Get One Every Year
As the last few minutes of my 23rd year tick away, it would be nice to be able to look back on 23 and say "that was fun!"
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But as you may know, it was anything but.
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I looked in the mirror this morning and wasn't entirely unhappy with what I saw; in fact, with the exception of my upper arms (which have gone back to normal shrimpiness because I can't really work out, although I'm working on figuring out a way to do so without damaging Paris Hilton) and Mr. Bush (and my tush could use a little work), I looked pretty darned good. I got some fun new clothes today as well from the parents for my birthday and that's always an image booster. I wish I could get a tan, because I definitely looked like a ghost again in my Disneyland pictures, and we have our party next weekend and I want to look good in those pictures. But the folks at DSW all loved my shirt (my hot pink one with "Best Male Performance" written on it) and got a laugh.
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Hopefully my 24th year will bring with it exciting new changes: getting GWB removed, regaining my sex life, getting my first full time career salaried job with benefits and a cubicle or something similar, finishing my master's, making a dent in my loans, maybe finding some luck in the dating department. Let's avoid illness, injury, financial problems or psychological fuckwittage (Bridget Jones is on, what can I say?), and let's make new friends, new loves, new sights, new adventures, and all in all new horizons.
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Aaaand that's enough cliches for one year.
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See you on the flip side!
.
But as you may know, it was anything but.
.
I looked in the mirror this morning and wasn't entirely unhappy with what I saw; in fact, with the exception of my upper arms (which have gone back to normal shrimpiness because I can't really work out, although I'm working on figuring out a way to do so without damaging Paris Hilton) and Mr. Bush (and my tush could use a little work), I looked pretty darned good. I got some fun new clothes today as well from the parents for my birthday and that's always an image booster. I wish I could get a tan, because I definitely looked like a ghost again in my Disneyland pictures, and we have our party next weekend and I want to look good in those pictures. But the folks at DSW all loved my shirt (my hot pink one with "Best Male Performance" written on it) and got a laugh.
.
Hopefully my 24th year will bring with it exciting new changes: getting GWB removed, regaining my sex life, getting my first full time career salaried job with benefits and a cubicle or something similar, finishing my master's, making a dent in my loans, maybe finding some luck in the dating department. Let's avoid illness, injury, financial problems or psychological fuckwittage (Bridget Jones is on, what can I say?), and let's make new friends, new loves, new sights, new adventures, and all in all new horizons.
.
Aaaand that's enough cliches for one year.
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See you on the flip side!