Ah, changes. I woke up one day and suddenly I like mushrooms. I hate mushrooms. Is this what turning 19 does to a girl?
Actually, I always notice when things about me change, big or small. I suppose I call it growing up. People used to call me "mature for my age," and I used to believe them. I've known for a while now that I was always rather immature, but I hid it and could therefore appear older. This is a good thing. Now that I realize that, I am afraid of neither the changes that happen unconsciously nor the changes I need to make consciously.
Gosh, this sounds like some lame coming-of-age music should be going on right now. Funny, I'm listening to "Gonna Raise Hell" by Cheap Trick. I'm still not one for sentimentality, I see.
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I hate mushrooms as well.
Especially that smell that they give off when you fry them.
Sick.
Maybe you like them because the Dream Police forced you to. Damn them and their schemes.
Hey. Didn't know you were still being faithful to this. Bitchin'!
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