Being born with it.

#100BM Day 66

Someone I’ve known for years possibly thought I was in my 20s? I don’t even know how to process that. Not sure if it’s my (slightly) younger-looking face or my generally haphazard grasp of grownup life that confused them more, but I have my suspicions.

Speaking of which, I still haven’t decided to do my sit-around-and-eat-and-hangout for my birthday yet this year. It’s next week. Maybe I should get on that.

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