I will be 26 in 3 weeks.
I complain about teenagers' fashion choices.
I no longer work for spending money, I work to pay the interest on my debt.
I can't pull all-nighters any more.
All the music I like is called "retro" or "classic".
I sing along to commercials for "retro" compilations on television (something I teased my mother about for years).
I talk about the "good old days".
When I go for coffee, I order decaf, put sweetener in it and resist the temptation to buy a doughnut.
While drinking said coffee with friends, we sit around and discuss weight loss strategies and nutritional information.
I go to a Pilates class full of soccer moms.
I can't stand going to the mall when other people are there.
I save credit card points obsessively and use them to buy Christmas presents.
Christmas itself is a bore, as there are no children in my family to bother with all that Santa stuff.
I constantly notice myself doing things my mother does, and it frightens me.
I just gave my boyfriend The Talk about wanting a long-term relationship.
I am old enough to date men who are divorced and have children.
I am too old to date anyone in high school, and almost too old to date university students.
I only get drunk about three times a year.
Television doesn't interest me anymore, unless it's educational programming.
I voluntarily wear dresses with flowers on them, and shoes with low heels.
I prefer to hang out with people ten years old than me than ten years younger, as I can only relate to the older ones.
My father is 67, and I consider him to be not terribly old.
Peope keep asking me when I'll start a career.
I watch the news and have opinions on politics.
I complain about how my town spends my tax dollars.
I find myself with a shortage of friends who aren't married and having kids.

I will fight this to the death!!!!!!
(ghettobooty, Thu 28 Oct 2004, 15:35, Reply)