Saturday, March 31, 2007

I'm going to be 35 in 5 hours. It's terrifying. I hear the next horrific feeling one gets as aging becomes more and more prevalent is fear of death. Oh what fun. To top things off, it's spring and all the young girls at university seem to be lopping off their knee length skirts to expose sheer perfection of leg, innocence of untanned skin, facial expressions that do not leave lines after you use them. And I go to the gym, yoga class, meditate and eat all sorts of juice concoctions, salads, and granola and I can manage to wake up and look about 6 years younger, some days, 2. It will only get worse. So I must somehow begin the process of dealing with this aging thing. Accepting that men I date will naturally find younger models of myself attractive, damnit. And just stop writing about all this and get over myself.

In 5 hours.


Blogger CLAY BANES said...

you might as well start calling yourself 40. your 30s are over.

4:46 p.m.  
Blogger MissWanda said...

good lord.

8:25 p.m.  

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