Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
What-EV. I'll be 38 in a hair under 4 months.
My evaluations are fairly painless (though pointless, as nobody in admin or clerical on the university side has gotten a raise in 3-4 years). The only stressy thing is that my boss keeps wanting me to take accounting classes. I would rather push rusty nails through my lower lip.
You know what? I don't think I ever knew your exact age before, msbelle. Funny.
The numbers don't get me. Except when they are funny and cliches that I don't really buy into happen. How quickly I can burn through a decade, now that can alarm me....
It's like a cascade of curmudgeonness.
I, for the record, don't mind being about to be 38. Except for the part where it terrifies me that I haven't done enough yet. But I've (honestly) been feeling that way since I was ten, so I'm thousands of dollars of therapy away from not having that panic.
I will not EAT IT!
You people can express dismay at whatever age you'll be, too. In my pea-sized brain I am (depending on the day) either 22 or 30.
I am 38, AIFG. It would be FGer if I had more money, property, and a love weasel to call my own. But still, it's pretty durned good.
EAT IT, both of you.
What Perkins said.
Signed,
Turning 40 in July.
p.s. Back in my day, 5 years was always in dog years! Chew on that, whippersnapper!
Except for the part where it terrifies me that I haven't done enough yet.
perzactly.
But I've (honestly) been feeling that way since I was ten, so I'm thousands of dollars of therapy away from not having that panic.
you should get started on paying off that therapy bill.
I don't care about the age thing, it just seems odd. People never think I am as old as I am and I never lie about my age.
The fact that my brother is 27, now THAT is freaky.
I, for the record, don't mind being about to be 38. Except for the part where it terrifies me that I haven't done enough yet.
Which is why the death of Dana Reeve, at 44, hit me so hard this morning. Lung cancer, and she was a lifelong non-smoker.
For knitters, how's this for your next project (PDF).