LIVEALITTLE

So another year has come. The haunting age of 33. The age when Christ died. The age when Alexander the Great died. An age I am definitely not ready to die because I have yet to begin my life.
I think the recognition of my age has agitated me since I turned the ripe age of 30. I know age is in the mind, but I feel like my immaturity should be expiring soon. Anyone know where I can renew it?
Well, luckily I have great friends and family in Australia AND the US who accept me for my nuttiness. So, you can imagine my great surprise when my housemates and my good friends got together to take me out to dinner. The greater surprise is that several people lied to me about not being able to make dinner tonight and erupted an unnecessary hissy fit from me (Sorry, V). I love all the pressies. I am working on redo-ing our laundry room to fit the massage table so I can give complementary massages to everyone in the house!
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