I wanna dance, and love and dance some more afterwards.

Dammit. I just wrote something fairly long and partially meaningful and then I deleted it, because I have the attention span of an ice cube. (Or goldfish, whatever)

The point of my deleted story was that I used to lie about my age for no real reason other than to stop people from saying "OMG you're so young! You're a baby! I can be your father/mother/stepmother(?)"

Then something about J Lo and her boyfriend being younger than her, but it's actually the same age gap as my boyfriend and mine. I made a pretty good reference/joke about her new song and how she dances twice and loves and blah blah blah.

Point is, I have an older boyfriend and my coworker might have a problem with that, and the whole OTHER point (multi point) is that I wanted to know if she would look at me different if she knew my real age. I guess it matters a lot less than I thought when I first started the original entry.

That picture is what you'd find if you took a picture of how I feel right now.

Also, screw you most of North Carolina for going anti-gay, and yay Obama for declaring that he thinks it's a good idea for gays to marry. Which actually means nothing more than one person believes in basic human equality. 

I just watched Young Adult, and yikes.