Friday, July 16, 2010

baklava is delicious

One of the hardest things about growing up - I think - is knowing when you are grown up. Remember being in primary school and thinking anyone who could drive was SO OLD? Somehow the older I get, the farther "grown up" seems. Maybe it becomes more of a personality thing than an age thing? Or maybe I'm in denial.

Sometimes these nights are just necessary when you forget about responsibility and just live.

I'm not old enough to worry about it yet. I can still run on 5 hours of sleep. Piece of cake.

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