A sign of changes appeared to me moments ago.
There is a party going on over at the boy's apartment. It's constantly spilling over here. I am being asked to come over every 6 or 7 minutes and I would rather sit here and work on my homework that's never going to get finished because I already made the poor time management choice of going to dinner with Bartender.
Am I getting old? Or just growing up?
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Growing up. Don't let them ever kid ya into thinking you're a drag or that it's a bad thing. You rock.
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