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Saturday, January 22, 2005




You Are 19 Years Old



19





Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.





you know, the way i answered those questions, i thought for sure i'd place older and then i was gonna throw a hissy...of course, if i'd placed younger, i probably would've thrown a hissy too, but for completely different reasons. i'm immature but not that immature : P~

a bad case of verbal diarrhea from Cheryl 01:59

(1) comments Wednesday, January 19, 2005

this isn't actually going out to you but i need to get something off my chest. i hate the way things ended between us. i hate that you probably think i'm a bitch for finally snapping even though i believe i had every right to; i'm soooo not a bitch. but it is very frustrating to have someone in your life who *says* they want to see you but do not *act* like they do, who state things like "i'll be in NH most weekends" which do not feel particularly informative but more preemptive, like "don't expect time with me". this is especially hurtful after a conversation where i tell you that you hurt me and you apologize and say you'll make it up to me.

god, i hate how i sound. whiny and whatnot. pardon me, i'm having a weak moment.

why do i care if you don't want to spend time with me or call me or anything me? what makes you so truly special when people are supposedly dropping out of your life like flies? we really had no future anyway so what am i mourning?

you said "don't think i'm a dick" and i said you weren't...i lied.

a bad case of verbal diarrhea from Cheryl 17:34

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