sixsixty

i'm a thirteen year old girl again. and life is wonderful. when the hell did i get so old, and why did it take me so long to be young again?

once when i was 13 i drew a picture of a cat. the cat's name was fluffy. i took fluffy with me to school one day. my friends didn't quit understand what i was talking about when i told them that fluffy was actually a way of wireless communication. i told them i was able to send messages to myself without having to speak or write anything down. and that these messages were sent and received instantly, they gave me strange looks. i don't even think they knew what a wire was. well they were 13.