
Yay! I'm 25 years old. Can't believe it's been another year. What happened to feeling like it was FOR EVER until it was your birthday again?
*punch and cake*
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Happy quarter century!!!!!
Posted by: behemuthm on July 30, 2004 12:03 AMThanks. I hadn't thought about it that way. Really, thanks a lot.
Posted by: Helena on July 30, 2004 12:06 AMHey, nothing wrong with being an old foagie... ;)
Posted by: behemuthm on July 30, 2004 12:07 AMWhoa. You're old...
Happy birthday anyway!
I drank a couple of drinks in honor of your birthday. And I'll drink a few more tomorrow too.
Posted by: gregor on July 30, 2004 01:38 AMDavid, with friends like you who needs insecurity? :P
Thanks Gregor, I had a couple of drinks too, although the birthday thing was just a coincidence.
Posted by: Helena on July 30, 2004 09:36 AMcool. now you'll start getting social security statements telling you how much you're worth if you died tomarrow. my husband got his first one this year....he's still worth more alive than dead, but i'll be watching....
but really, happy birthday, 25 is the perfect age. most people who aren't 25 wish they were, and personally, i feel better the older i get(i already briefly explained part of the reason in our junk in the trunk conversation), and i wish the same for you, dahling:P
HaPpY BiRtHdAy To YoU hApPy BiRtHdAy To YoU hApPy BiRtHdAy DeArEsT HELENA!!! Yay! I love birthdays. We will be sure to make yours a fun one! Or at least one you will vaguely remember when you wake up with the lampshade on your head.
Posted by: Marina on July 30, 2004 11:03 AMYay! It's going to be so much fun.
Posted by: Helena on July 30, 2004 01:07 PM
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