Isn't it unreal that a decade has passed since we got our global panties in a twist over Y2K? Another year is coming to a close, and my panties aren't in a twist about anything, unless you think the following concerns are something: considering fearing the idea of procreation credit card debt turning thirty in about fourteen months my company being bought out my job changing drastically -- except for the part about it still being in banking my dad turning sixty (it weirds me out, probably more than the idea of saying adieu to my twenties) writing 2010 on things realizing that the two-thousands thus far have been a blur (i.e. my husband and I are still arguing about whether or not we got engaged in '05 or '06.) not knowing what to call the 2010's (I'm leaning toward the twenty-teens) feeling strange about living at the turn of the century (how odd will we seem to the people who are our age a hundred years from now? I mean, don't people who live...
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