damn. another year has passed. i guess, really, it isn't so bad getting older
, but i must say, it would be so much less bad if there weren't so many remiinders. every year, the requisite birth-year
for buying cigarettes
gets further from mine. my baby
cousins are eight. (!!!) my oldest brother turns 27 in two days. my youngest brother just graduated high school
. and worst of all, i can say, "yeah, i read that once...fifteen
years ago." and mean it.
on the bright side, i still get mistaken for sixteen with astonishing regularity. sometimes even twelve. i suppose it's flattering, but so was being taken for 35, this past Outlandish, but that was really, really different. that hadn't a thing to do with how i looked. but you know, there really is a price to pay for looking younger. people don't take you seriously, you get followed by mall security, i almost got thrown out of a porn store once (it was my little brother's 18th birthday, dammit.). not to mention, of course, that the only reason i look this good (or this frail, depending on the mirror) is that i haven't been exposed to direct sunlight for several years. sometimes i wish i could go sit in the sun and read a book, or that i could look out my window without putting my glasses on first. ::sigh:: i should quit my bitching. at least i'll never look my age.