Wiser? Maybe.

Meaner? Yes.

So, I turned the sprightly age of 25 this week, and it's got me a little freaked out. However, if you're older than me and you're name is Pete, you think I'm a fucking idiot for worrying so much. But hey, them's the breaks for a whiner like me.

I hope I'm not a bad person, but I realize as I get older I deal a lot less with people's bullshit. I still don't particularly like confrontation, but telling someone what I really think has saved me a lot of energy in the past few months. Ahh, I'm a bastard.

As I've expanded on it personally to some of those closest to me, I won't go into this second installment of my mid-mid life crisis, but rest assured it is here. Maybe it's an every milestone thing or an every five year thing, but sometimes you need to re-evaluate where you are at and where you want to go. For me, I'm thinking beach-front property in a blue state. Ahhh....

I have two other unrelated matters to discuss.

1) Fantasy Congress is going to be amazing!!! I picked my team today and on the plus side I got Barack; on the plus-side-but-going-to-lose-miserably, I got Dennis Kucinich. Hooray for being a nerdlinger.

2) I have a new boyfriend. His name is Christian Bale. You might have seen him recently in The Prestige. In X-inia world, he thinks I'm fantastic too. In the real world, the $25 bucks or so I've spent to see his movies probably doesn't amount to much. Sigh.

Back to this little lady's fantasy world....