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Come Monday, I shall be twenty-eight. Two years until the big 3-0. Though I'm not sure anything happens on the 28. You've got booze at 21, upgraded rental cars at 25, but what happens at 28? It is a mystery to me, and one I am curious to find out. Perhaps cat girls will rain out of the sky or something. I know one of you would enjoy that this year. :) Finding that a Camaro transforming thing stalking me would be potentially cool or creepy. Or maybe I'll actually finish a project I start, which I hope will be my house.
I have a few goals for my 28th year of not being breathing impaired. I think the main ones will be my weight and writing. Though my credit card will be tied for third, since I need to lower it to buy some more transformers. ^_^
I have a few goals for my 28th year of not being breathing impaired. I think the main ones will be my weight and writing. Though my credit card will be tied for third, since I need to lower it to buy some more transformers. ^_^