



How I ever turned 38 is beyond me. Last time I checked I was only 21. But here I am , turning 38. It is what it is. I must grow up, right? Or maybe I don't have to grow up, I can get older without growing up, right?
We had some friends over to help me forget the nastiness the surrounds getting older. As I see it, getting older means I'm just one step closer to dying, and that pisses me off!!
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