22nd October 2001


I GROW OLD, I GROW OLD

Yesterday was my birthday, and I had a good time. I spent the day baking, carving pumpkins, and thinking of reasons why 26 is old. I don’t understand bubble tea, I’ve never been to a rave, and all the Saturday morning cartoons suck. My CD collection features entirely too much James Taylor, I had knee surgery this year, and I’m really starting to notice when the refrigerator needs cleaning. On the upside, I no longer order drinks with schnapps in them, I don’t apologize for things that aren’t my fault, and I make a mean peanut butter cookie.

3:45 p.m.