So. Thirty minutes until accounting.
My 'karma for the day' was simply "play."
I wrote and re-wrote this twice, but syllables are failing me. I am overwhelmingly happy and sad and not even sure that's possible, but I'm ready to take on the world's problems and remain tranquil and spread more happiness than sadness and bake more and hug more and smile more and shrug less.
Oh, how I would love to shrug less and speak more.
Today, I will dress for success.
Today, I will get involved.
Today, I will give a damn about something
(or nothing as long as it's something).
In other news, I don't like being twenty.
It is pretentious and pompous and makes me feel the same.
I'm already ready for Botox and collagen injections, but barely out of diapers.
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It's true, and they say that pre-menopausal symptoms begin mid-twenties. Not that you need to worry about that, but twenty is unbelievably ancient. You should try really hard to enjoy that jello I gave you, because pretty soon that's all you'll be able to eat without your false teeth.
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