25 June 2004
I don't mind aging - not that much, anyway - but while packing I keep running across old pictures of myself. I don't think I need so many reminders of the hair I've lost or the middle I've gained. This peaked when I ran across my old ID from freshman year, a picture taken during summer orientation when I was tan on top of everything else. Sigh.
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