Both of my sisters freaked out when they turned 25. To them, 25 was close to 30, which is, apparently, a horrible age to be. 30 means "old." Or so they tell me. Well, I will be 23 in about 1 hour. If I go by this logic, 23 is awfully close to 25, which, as we all know, might as well be the dreaded 30. And to extend this even further, we could say that being 30 just means you are close to 40, which really means you are just about 50, which of course means your life is over. So, 23 is basically 50.

Damn. I feel so old now.