(But hopefully not too soon)

One of these days, I will…

* stop biting my nails

* probably have [eek!] a real job

* grow out of my seven year old self

* turn into my mother (and not all in a good way – no offense, Mom)

* stop buying random costume pieces and kiddie jewelry from Wal-Mart

* purchase all sensible shoes

* give away my feather boa collection

* therefore become a giant bore, completely different from my current self, and need all new friends