What I learned this year at Christmas -

According to my mother, I'm too old. Name it, and I'm now too old for it.

Honestly. When I hit 30, it was with a cry of joy that I wasn't too young for ANYTHING anymore.

Because - yeah, that. Want to do something? Too young.

If you wonder how I developed such selective hearing and why 'don't listen to that shit' rolls off my lips so easily?

There you go.

What I learned this year at Christmas -

According to my mother, I'm too old. Name it, and I'm now too old for it.

Honestly. When I hit 30, it was with a cry of joy that I wasn't too young for ANYTHING anymore.

Because - yeah, that. Want to do something? Too young.

If you wonder how I developed such selective hearing and why 'don't listen to that shit' rolls off my lips so easily?

There you go.

What I learned this year at Christmas -

According to my mother, I'm too old. Name it, and I'm now too old for it.

Honestly. When I hit 30, it was with a cry of joy that I wasn't too young for ANYTHING anymore.

Because - yeah, that. Want to do something? Too young.

If you wonder how I developed such selective hearing and why 'don't listen to that shit' rolls off my lips so easily?

There you go.

The more time I spend here....

...the more it feels like the LJ I used to know.

And sadly, the people who used to use LJ that I read it for? Are already gone, rage-quitted to hell and breakfast.

Well. Here's hoping. Come on over. It's friendly and sweet and nice over here.