OMG. THE CUPCAKES.
They keep taunting me, because I know I have been promising them for quite some time, and because the photo of said cupcakes is on The Digital Camera, which exists somewhere with the depths of Cameron’s Work Stuff/Bag/The Dining Room Table? And I CAN’T post the cupcakes without the cupcake PHOTO and it’s just so EXHAUSTING knowing I owe you all some CUPCAKES. So I will really post that soon. Really. Just not tonight.
Tonight I put all my photos from high school through the end of college into one giant photo album and then had a hyperventilation fit about the fact that in TWO WEEKS I will be TWENTY-FIVE.
I realize that’s not that old, and it wouldn’t bother me so much if I could figure out when, exactly, this happened? Could someone tell me please?
Pair all that with the eleventy billion friend requests I’ve gotten lately on myspace/facebook from high school/college friends and acquaintances who have not one, but oh yes, TWO children (or more!) and the escalating rate at which people I actually KNOW are getting pregnant when I consider myself not ready for children and I’m feeling quite old.
I mean…uhm…I’m just as far from 20 as I am close to 30. What is even going on here? Oh geez…here comes the hyperventilation again.
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