33 Tops.
Jilli, I'd maybe place you at 31, but only because I tend to skew everyone who could vaguely be a peer as 2 years older than me.
Hmm. I'm guessing Jilli is thirtyish.
Hee! I'm 36.
I am also not clicking the link Cindy posted, because I am wary.
I've given up trying to guess the ages of other people in the local goth scene, because I'm *always* wrong. I keep looking at them and saying "Waitaminute, you're not old enough to drink?! Are you?"
It's the clown white that does it.
Cindy's link made me long for the irritating song about the perceived size of the world, after all.
No mice? Rats of NIMH! Ben and Me! Mouse On A Motorcycle!
Yes. No Mice. See. None of those.
Hee! I'm 36.
I was going to guess 31-32.
33 Tops
Would have been my guess too.
I think you and Pete should market yourselves to Coppertone as living proof that staying out of the sun really can take years off your appearance.
I am also not clicking the link Cindy posted, because I am wary.
Good call. That's going to be waking me up nights for some time to come.
I think you and Pete should market yourselves to Coppertone as living proof that staying out of the sun really can take years off your appearance.
Such a tempting idea. Would it pay better than the software industry?
This thread title is strangely appropriate at the moment.
Cindy's link made me long for the irritating song about the perceived size of the world, after all.
Heee. Isn't it just...something?