Couldn't post yesterday due to midlife crisis. Will be 37 next Friday. That is thirtyseven years old, ladies and gentlemen. So yesterday, no posting. Yesterday only excessive whining, lousy hair, weird clothes, awful bikeride and (finally) lovely evening with new friends and two glasses of red and three cigarettes (see, it IS a midlife crisis). Today much better. But now I have to do the work I should have done yesterday, when I instead choose to ponder the miseries of losing one's face to gravity for three hours. See the irony in that? There really is no need for a midlife crisis when one has the maturity level of a nineteenyearold. Now if only I could get that twentysomething-ness transplanted onto my face...
Happy Friday to you all. And thanks for talking again. Makes me very happy.
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if i could teletransport to stockholm, right now, i'd sit with you outside, smoking and drinking coffee/red wine together, complaining about old age, bitching about some random people who deserve it and the toughness of life and the job market and the nuclear cloud and men, smelling the spring in the air...
if i could.
love from bln
Thirty seven sounds like the perfect age. It's just the age at which I'm going to start wearing lingerie again.
(3 well deserved cigarettes, I say.)
37? Still a baby, sweetheart!
x
THANK YOU. See, you all have the power of saying exactly what a girl needs to hear. Thanks a million. Feel positively teenage-y now.
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