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Good morning!

I just tried to FaceTime Jason and got the wrong number. How does that even happen? Good morning random dude in your bathrobe. Bet you weren't expecting this today:

I kind of want to call this guy back and ask who he was hoping to have facetime him from an unknown number at 8:15 in the morning?!

Good morning to you too, blog reader. I haven't blogged in a long time, but I've been going through a little bit of a third life crisis and need an outlet. I turned 31 in December. THIRTY ONE! Where has time gone? What am I even doing with my life? I feel like Pheobe in the episode of Friends where they all turn thirty and she finds out she's actually 31. I don't know why I'm having such a hard time with 31. I didn't panic when I turned 30. My biological clock isn't ticking. It's the opposite of ticking; it's out of batteries in a ditch somewhere.

It's so superficial, but I think a part of it is knowing that my looks are going to go downhill from her…

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