Charlie's "100 Things Posts About Me"
#33. I am thirty-three years (and one day) old.
This means that in only one hundred and eighteen days, I will have been alive for one-third of a century. It'll happen on... lessee, carry the four, thirty days hath... on November 23rd of this year, assuming I can add dates in my head. (Which is like assuming that a box of crackers can conjugate sentences.) But anyway, sometime close to Thanksgiving. I'll be sending a big '
gobble, gobble, gobble this, bitch!' to the guy in high school who said I'd never live this long. Man, you'd think a school principal would have
rules against talking smack, too. At least the counselor thought I'd make it to thirty-five before I fell apart. Where's the love, principal-man?
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