twenty raze i couldn't say it when i became it. something about those ten-year markers. they always fill me with unease. when someone would ask me how old i was, i would say, "it rhymes with plenty." by the time i aged another year i was a lot more comfortable with my teenage years biting the dust, but it was too amusing not to stick with the theme. so when someone asked me how old i was then, i would say, "it rhymes with plenty fun." 150414 what's it to you? who go blather from