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Monday, October 13, 2003

So I was surfing around, flitting from blog to blog, and I found something cute and fun. An Inner Child quiz. OK, I’ll bite. It could happen, right? So I was born “old” (as my “friends” used to point out). There could still be a scrap of minor down in there somewhere, some remnant of innocence or shaft of pediatric sunshine.

So I take the quiz, click Submit, and wait. What the hell? My inner child is 16?? That’s not a child, folks. A child bride, maybe, but not a child. Any person who can procreate and drive a truck to a job where they could potentially be trusted to handle money (not necessarily in that order) is most definitely not a child.

Go ahead, give it a shot. But if you get a bouncy 4-year-old or even a precocious 8-year-old, I don’t want to hear about it.

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life’s not fair! It’s never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something’s gotta change. And it’s gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


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