musings on an aging birthday girl
2000-10-16 at ticking....
I'm looking at the clock...
I'm almost 21 you know. Give me a few more minutes... heck, in New York I'm already an old woman!!
And I'm feeling it... today I cried at the end of Sister Act 2. Is this normal? I am so ashamed... I've been scouring the Fox Family channel for badly wriiten rubbish that has unrealistic concluding scenes.. and have proceeded to bawl my head off. I think it's an addiction.
Last Easter I was at dinner with a family and some of their friends - and one of them happened to be a numberologisit, and she insisted on charting me or something.
Bear in mind, I find all of that stuff to be on crack.
But she told me that I was ending a cycle or something, and that at 21 everything was beginning anew.. everything I would try to start while 20 would fail. The stars, whatever.
Oh, and if I got married before 30, I'd probably get divorced.
Wow.... 20 hurt. I woke up a year ago tomorrow feeling different. 20 was a good feeling, and it has been all year. I FELT it, like I felt at 10 or 16.
And yet the year was one of the hardest. I thought I was ruined... and from where I am today, I've never been safer or happier. Dang.
12:02.
Happy birthday to me.
Dang it, I'm crying again. No bad movies to blame it on this time, I'm just getting sentimental in my old age.
beware world... here comes Reva - LEGAL.