April 16, 2002

Today is the day to embark, jaws firmly set, towards an uncertain future.

Those of you present at my birthday gala know what a wild night it was and that I didn't get home until fifteen minutes ago (it's 7:30 a.m. CST as I write), so my skills aren't exactly up to par. The following list is extremely half-assed. I'll make it up to you later this week

Some Things That Still Concern Me at Age 23 That I Had Hoped to Have Cleared Up by 22

Will I ever get stung by a bee again, thus requiring me to use my Epi-Pen?
Are my eyebrows the right shape for my face?
When will somebody figure out that I never took calculus?
Who is my celebrity doppelganger?
Is my writing too light?
Is my writing too heavy?
Should I change my handwriting?
When will I be too old for blemishes, facial and elsewhere?
Where will I move out?
When will I move out?
When will I renounce my membership to the Clean Plate Club?
How long until my friends and I choreograph some moves to our favorite songs so we can break them out on special occasions?
and finally...
When will I come back to Paris to avenge my humiliation, imprisonment, and estrangement from my fair fiancee?