You say it’s your birthday? It’s my birthday, too, yeah!
I am officially in the last year of my thirties. If you can believe that shit. It’s crazy how life just keeps going and you get old and stuff. Why, it was just yesterday that I was wearing my fluorescent sweater and leggings and legwarmers and listening to “You spin me right round, baby, right round”. Wow.
Next year could be very, very depressing, so I’m celebrating this last time of being able to say, “Well, at least I’m not 40.”
And how bad would it suck if this thread got no replies? Verily, it would suck bad. So wish me a happy birthday already.
The love of my life was born on 7/4/47. The most fantastic woman I ever had the pleasure of knowing. Live it, don’t waste it. A very Happy Birthday to you!
Thank you so much!
Getting older is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I’m not so sure I like it. But then the alternative’s not all that great, either. It’s just something I’m really going to have to process and work through in the next year or so. Things change for women on many levels as they age, and that’s really started to bother me lately, but fortunately I do have the strength and wisdom that I did not have at 25.
Now I can go to bed. I have to be up very soon, but at least I can look forward to a pineapple upside down cake at work.
Happy Birthday. Ah to be a mere 39 once again. I turned 61 last week. :rolleyes: If it’s true that once you’re over the hill, you pick up speed, I’m on a damn luge to hell!
Oh, and about that turning 40 thing: to avoid sinking into a deep depression, I recommend travel, money, and Hot Monkey Sex[sup]TM[/sup]. Do not stew in your own mental juices; it’s way too self-referential.
