INSLEE WROTE: What about that “they ruined it” feeling you get when you discover that your treasured, saved-money-up-for, big-ticket-handbag–the one that you finally purchased after waiting until was on markdown–is on the arm of most 13 year old girls at the mall! You are now forced to toss it aside, because you figure all who see you with it will assume you are trying to be one of them! THEY RUINED IT!
AMY WROTE: At the doctor today I got the usual question: Are you a smoker? But I wasn’t asked if I used recreational drugs…I’m not even worthy of being asked? “Oh her? She’s too tame/boring/staid to even think of drugs. Not worth wasting the time with that one.”
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I’m not old, really. How can 33 be old? That’s just coming into my true self, right?… but I miss my formerly hyper and silly self. I used to have an imaginary world called Freak City on my livejournal that I would write about for my family and friends full of silliness. Now my livejournal is just a paragraph every few days about something bothering me in my real life. When did I become so boring? And damn tired?