I don't know what it is about 25. But it's always haunted me. For no good reason really. Maybe it's because my mom was 25 when she had me. Well, actually, she was 24 and 363 days old. Even scarier because i am technically older than that now. I am 24 years, 363 days, 20 hours and 18 minutes old right now. I am also, clearly, a big dork.
I don't have much more to say. The novelty will have worn of by monday (when my mom turns 50- she's planning an escape). until then. alas. i'm a-gettin' old.
oh the trials and tribulations.