every now and then i’ll do something and my co-worker will turn and say, “you are so twenty.”

maybe this being so twenty is a bad thing or maybe it just equals being crazy and ridiculously fun and silly… i still haven’t figured that one out.

but i guess my being so twenty would explain this craziness that i started at my house last week:

if so then i’ve decided that i’m okay with it.  it’s fun.  and soon i won’t be able to get away with being so twenty.

2 thoughts on “twenty.

  1. Twenty. Are you really twenty. 2-0?

    When and how? You are so my little girl. Now cut this out and don’t talk about being 20 anymore…

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