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[tacit]

So, today is my last day of being 24 - tomorrow I hit the quarter century. For a change, I actually feel okay about it. I usually get in a snit and irritate everyone by alternating between Yey, presents! and Boo, Where-Is-My-Life-Going-I-Need-A-New-Plan all day.

My theory on this is that it's not the age that bothers me, it's whether I feel like I'm where I should be given my <irony> advanced age </irony>. And this year I feel pretty good. I have a business, a house, housemates I adore, a new boyfriend who doesn't yet appear to be insane and/or evil.

New Boyfriend is coming up tomorrow for dinner with me and C and JJ. It's the first meeting and I'm a little twitchy about it. There's a bit of a class difference, which would be fine if C wasn't convinced that posh = stuck up = devil spawn. Believe me, I'm trying very hard not to be offended by this on my own behalf - but I'm just educated-southerner Posh. New Boyfriend is a whole new league of raised-by-an-old-style-boys'-boarding-school posh.  She and I even argued about it the other day, and we hardly ever argue. I won because she was wrong, wrong, wrong, but although she admitted she was being a bit prejudiced and perhaps it wasn't justified I haven't noticed an attitude change yet. New Boyfriend is quite perceptive, as men go... Am twitchy.

Also, I'd very much have liked to have some sex for my birthday, but the uncontrollable oozing of blood has commenced. Early. Am not impressed!