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Today is my birthday and I am 29 years old. That puts me yet another year closer to Boca Raton and my golden years wherein I shall yell at neighbor children and keep their frisbees - because it’s mine now, I keep this!
As I try to listen cheerfully to Dean and Frank this morning and pretend to feel the warm sun on my wrinkled elderly skin, all I can think of is that I am still young.
I have all these goals to achieve and people to meet. I have things to write and dresses to buy. I have friends to toast to and no lawn in which to place my pink flamingos. So, while I may be a year closer, it seems I am still far, far away from the Boca phase.
Ah well, birthday coffee shall cure all things…
