Another one bites the dust.
Jun. 17th, 2003 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfirecrackerSo. Sunday was my birthday.
I'm thirty-four.
Somehow, I don't feel like it.
Birthdays haven't seemed like much for me the last 10 years or so. I want them to be remembered, with accompanying (though moderate) pomp and circumstance -- and presents where applicable. ::: grin :::
But I don't feel any different.
I always thought that I'd eventually start feeling older. That a birthday would become something other than a day that marks another year's passing . . . and passing way too damn fast, at that.
It's just all kind of weird.
I'm thirty-four.
Somehow, I don't feel like it.
Birthdays haven't seemed like much for me the last 10 years or so. I want them to be remembered, with accompanying (though moderate) pomp and circumstance -- and presents where applicable. ::: grin :::
But I don't feel any different.
I always thought that I'd eventually start feeling older. That a birthday would become something other than a day that marks another year's passing . . . and passing way too damn fast, at that.
It's just all kind of weird.
