Too many changes, too little time. I'm sick of farewells.

I have two caterpillars across my forehead. Two thick little eyebrows. Like a gawky adolescent. It's fascinating me a bit, so I'm keeping it for a while.

See? Like so thick. I look like a different person.

I was listening to The Doors after ages today. Indian Summer and Hyacinth House. It reminds me of Kalimpong. It was so much fun. Cards, treks, rafting, picnics, that addictive milk sweet thing.

Sheesh. I have totally transcended to Aunty stage. I even feel it. Although sometimes, if you ask me how old I am, I might just accidentally say 17. When I'm at home in my shorts and torn tees, reading Archie comics and twiddling my toes, I don't feel a day above that. And now with the eyebrows, heh, more so. But, man. I am OF age now. I can vote, drink anywhere in the world, work, marry, legally produce babies, drive, pay bills. That only.

*grumble*