[QUOTE=bloodorchid;1005215]it's so weird how that happens O.O
you're welcome btw ;)
who says? put them jammie bottoms on, or do what i did and buy comfy yoga pants and live in em[/QUOTE]
Since I'll be turning 39 in a couple weeks...
SO much better then "Forever 21"! :cool:
Given that Forever 21 is 90% skankyho clothes, I'm sold.
Resolve is very strong in the morning, full of ideas, lists and plans, but vanishes around 3pm when my personal DEBAUCHERY (a little purple Dragon) swoops in and stays till about 7pm. Remorse arrives in time to pick up the pieces and survey the damage.
[QUOTE=naiadknight;1005381]Given that Forever 21 is 90% skankyho clothes, I'm sold.[/QUOTE]
I'm not even sure I've ever been in a Forever 21, I just remember being 21... not a good place to get stuck, at least not mentally!
I'll take 39 any day over that!
I would like to have my 21 year old metabolism back though.
And what is that other saying...
"I wish I was as skinny as when I thought I was fat."
Yep... me at 21!!!
Completely critical of myself (I felt disgusting and worthless ~thx dad!~), and was also completely HOT (in retrospect).
At 21, I was in college, working part time, fighting my way through my engineering degree, in an abusive relationship, and depression had a strong grip on me. No real desire to return to that time frame. That body was skinny fat and underweight....
Nope, I see no upside to 21.
Harry Potter versus Voldemort
Godzilla versus Mothra
Gay Panda versus New Crockpot
One of these epic battles will be won or lost today in my kitchen.
I'm hoping for whichever epic battle is easiest to clean up after. That's not really clear from your post, Gay Panda.
Love the Forever 39. Especially since even fashion-wise, my 39-year-old self was superior to my 21-year-old self. I think I actually weighed less and had a better overall level of physical fitness too. Go 39!!!! And wine and yoga pants are really all that you need for happiness.
Considering how awesome my 30s have been so far, I'm looking forward to 39. I hear the 40s are really great too.
And yeah, 21 sucked. That was when I was broke as hell in Winnipeg, living with the alcoholic tattoo artist and living on a bowl of rice and veggies once a day because it was eat or pay rent. Yeah, I was skinny, but definitely not in a good way.
Anyhow, that was a downer. Yay yoga pants and wine!
My fourth decade was my favorite. Until my fifth decade...
[SIZE=1]We will now take a moment of silence to reflect on why someone in her 50s still uses a diminutive moniker like "Joanie."[/SIZE]