tomorrow, i turn twenty-three. i was hoping if i spelled it out, i would feel younger.

it didn't work.

so, on a much lighter note. i will be off the market soon. why?, you ask? well, five years ago when i was at the tender age of 18, i, kimberly johnson, made a pact. "if neither of us are married in five years...blah, blah, blah...we'll marry each other!"

well. it's been five years. and neither of us are married. so. is this binding? 5 years ago, i was waiting around for the fellow to propose. he was the boy that i overlooked every fault in. all i knew was that i loved him.

well times have changed. he still owes me five dollars. and i wouldn't marry him unless i was drunk...for the rest of my life. cause he sure would be....

cough.

so. i will let you decide.

should i in fact let my yes be yes and my no be no and marry the afore mentioned? or should i force myself to love the big red drinking mark smith of explosions? before today, i might have said erik brandt from urban hillbilly quartet...but i found out today that he's about to be a dad. i guess i am a little late. then there's always jimmy from the rogues. who wouldn't love a red headed bagpipe player?

i am open for suggestions.