So, today i was explaining to my friend Stephen about how i used to lie awake for hours when i was a kid worrying about growing up, and now here I am, damn near 30, still trying to fight it. This was his response: "it's ok, you won't die old and alone, you'll be 80 in a sensible pant suit with a hot 70-yr-old hipster in girl jeans and still taking bets from people at bingo about how much food you can fit in your mouth"I can only hope, right? I mean, as long as the pant suit is sensible...
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Forget about worry. Worrying isn't worth the trouble. Particularly when you've got this 70-young hipster (hey- its tough to find men when we women get old).
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