Tuesday, November 15, 2005

23+1= I don’t give a damn.

I’m turning twenty-four in less than a week. Honestly, I couldn’t care less. Other than having to add one to my current age when filling out legal forms, twenty-four really isn’t much different than twenty-three. In six days, I won’t suddenly get wrinkles. When November 20 arrives, my hair won’t turn gray and fall out. When I turn twenty-four, I won’t develop arthritis and have to invest in one of those nifty walkers.

That’s what twenty-five is for.

In the meantime, if you’d like to help me celebrate the start of my last year of existence numbering less than a quarter of a century, feel free to take a gander at my nifty Amazon.com Wish List. Packages at my doorstep tend to make my day.