After a VERY long week, Friday is finally here and I couldn't be happier.
Actually, I would be happier if it was Friday AND I had won the lottery or something along those lines, but we can't be so demanding.
Today it occurred to me that my birthday is in 30 days. I'm officially entering my "late 20's". I don't think I like it. It's like I'm going from being a "twenty something" to being a "twenty a lot". The thought of it is quite disturbing. I wish that I could just jump straight to 30 and leave it at that.
It also occurred to me that in 31 days I will not be able to wear white for like 7 months. I like wearing white. It makes me feel wholesome. But whatever. Back to black we'll go but until then it'll be all white all the time.
Anyway...
This weekend is looking quite promising aside from the whole so much to do so little time thing... tonight there shall be laughter and dancing, tomorrow there will be music and dancing, and then on sunday I may or may not once again attempt to walk into a church without fear of lightning bolts coming at me...
If that fails, of course, there is always the beach.
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Dear grandma,
If you wish to jump straight to thirty I would be more than happy to trade four years with you on your birthday. I miss my early thirties and am not thrilled with the prospect of entering my late thirties (read: walking dead) next year.
P.S. Screw the labor day rules. I say wear whatever you want, just don't break any rules of which you approve.
hey let's trade, you can be 38 for me...don't worry everyone will assure you that you look much younger.
Anjá Tomas! I caught you! Cheating on me and we're not even married yet! I wonder to how many Dominican girls you've proposed lately...
Corky: I LOVE little monkeys. Though I'd really get a kick out of having a pet koala.
Grant: YOu are ANCIENT. YOu should do yourself a favor and just kill yourself now before you start needing replacement surgeries and of course, viagra.
And I do approve of the "no white in the winter" rule...thing is that september is not quite winter.
Tomas: You'll be proposing to me by next week...start looking for a ring...
Robert: MOst people think I'm 19. I'm not too worried about the looks aspect of it.
If you like white, wear white.
And about the whole lightning thing... just go to the beach! Sometimes (not always) there's more God/spirit/community - whatever you want to call it- at the beach than there is in church. I'm a holy woman, I should know. (since you don't really know me that well, I'll point out that that last sentence was major sarcasm)
Doña Ana, hit the beach and you can say you are being baptized. Have fun.
"twenty a lot"
That's really cute. I like that:-)
I wish I lived near the beach.
If you think late twenties is bad, you'll be fine when you get to 30. You just sort of chill out.
almost as good as Jessica Simpson saying "I'm almost 25 which is almost mid-twenties."
Hope the weekend was great.
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