I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. My Weekend, by Gillyp, aged... : comments.
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Too cool for subject
A number too massively depressing to commit to print (for that would make it real and that would never do).
You know, the alternative to high numbers is the grave. I'll be 56 in about six weeks -- as far as I'm concerned, over half of my flist are just young whippersnappers. Since I fully intend to live to 105, it ain't so bad.
Hope things calm down, and you can write again. Happy birthday!
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Too cool for subject
You want to be 105? Hmm. I guess, if you're still happy and healthy... Watching my parents, I'd say old age sucks big hairy ones. I fully intend to drop dead at around 65. (o:
(Thanks muchly for the b'day wishes, hon, but my birthday was three weeks ago. *g*).