I’m officially an adult now.
So why do I sometimes feel as if my insides are swishing around like I’m 19? My life is in place but I still feel antsy. Like I need to go to New York or Southeast Asia (or wherever people go when they feel this way) RIGHT THIS SECOND. Or maybe I just need to lock myself in my room with my Ally McBeal CD and a bottle of Arbor Mist for a little while. Man, I knew I couldn’t let a birthday go by without a proper breakdown.
2 responses so far ↓
1 Alice // Nov 9, 2007 at 5:08 pm
Yes…do side with little voice that chants “New York City..New York City..” =)
2 jill // Nov 9, 2007 at 6:50 pm
happy birthday, michelle! i have been 26, and as you can see my recent blog post, i have been an adult since that damn birthday. ah, sadness.
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