Back to rainy Sunday mornings in Jupiter and Boston.
Listening to Buble's jazzy Christmas songs on New Year's day. 2009 means I'm TWENTY-ONE. I've been such a monster. Ugh. I'm utterly disgusted with the past me. For 2009, I need to knock some sense into my thick head and filter what goes in at the same time. And be less self-absorbed, yes. Been saying that for ages. THAT's being twenty-one.
My friends can drive now. A few new years later, they will be getting married. Our class outing numbers will get smaller and smaller when people start disappearing like ten little Indians. My boys will become men. Makeup, boyfriend and the entire slew of girlie worries will be replaced by... money worries perhaps?
Speaking of worries, Reasons not to worry.
Love in one of its manifestations.
Listening to Buble's jazzy Christmas songs on New Year's day. 2009 means I'm TWENTY-ONE. I've been such a monster. Ugh. I'm utterly disgusted with the past me. For 2009, I need to knock some sense into my thick head and filter what goes in at the same time. And be less self-absorbed, yes. Been saying that for ages. THAT's being twenty-one.
My friends can drive now. A few new years later, they will be getting married. Our class outing numbers will get smaller and smaller when people start disappearing like ten little Indians. My boys will become men. Makeup, boyfriend and the entire slew of girlie worries will be replaced by... money worries perhaps?
Speaking of worries, Reasons not to worry.
Love in one of its manifestations.