3.26.2004

I wonder how old do you have to be, before you start thinking about being old? I'm 25, and I have a will. How fucked up is that? Death doesn't scare me, but old age does. That's it. No more birthdays. I'm putting the brakes on it right here and now. Quarter Century Girl. That's me. The rest will be anniversaries of my 25th.

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