25 going on death

Last year, when I was turning form 24 years old to 25 I fought it so hard.  25 took me dragging and kicking and screaming and maybe even crying.

Now, here I am again, another October.  And I am going to turn 26 at the end of the month.

And you know what?  I give up.  I have accepted this slow march towards death. 

I bought some eye de-wrinkler the other day just as a full embrace of my oldness.

I get really bad hangovers now.

And I have aches and pains I can't explain.

I am obsessed with my fiber in take.

I see teenagers being loud, and I want them to knock off that racket.

Boyfriend and I played cribbage over the weekend.  And we do crossword puzzles.

I AM OLD. And that is life.