Tomorrow, I Start Lying

I’m twenty-two now but I won’t be for long.
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.

It all started when a llama sneezed in my face.

Seriously, when a llama sneezes in your face on your 22nd birthday, it's going to be a weird year. I don't have a lot of scientific data to back that up, so you'll just have to trust me.

23 sounds old, doesn't it? I said when I was 16 "When I'm 23, I'll start lying about my age, or at least not telling it." So this is the year that, when people ask how old I am, I'll smile, lift my eyebrows, shake my head and say "I guess I just won't tell my age!" or "Oh, a lady never says!" (if we're using the term "lady" loosely). I'll be "twenty-something".