I thought about writing a post about turning thirty today but it all ended feeling like I was reading an obituary for myself. Reading my horribly depressing aborted post made me feel like Alec Baldwin in Beetlejuice. Truth is, it's not any different. I don't have to be an adult all of a sudden and no death squad came to hunt me down. I wouldn't mind the latter; it would probably be fun to be hunted... but only in a situation like The Game, where I don't actually die.
I think it helps tremendously that I don't look my age.
I really hope one of the following situations are responsible for this and not something lame like good genetics:
1. I'm a Timelord
2. I have contracted vampirism
3. There is a Dorian Gray-like painting of me hidden somewhere.
I think it helps tremendously that I don't look my age.
I really hope one of the following situations are responsible for this and not something lame like good genetics:
1. I'm a Timelord
2. I have contracted vampirism
3. There is a Dorian Gray-like painting of me hidden somewhere.
mitska:
I feel your pain. Being 32 makes me depressed sometimes, but then again, I guess I should rock it. 
Happy belated birthday!! I like to think I also contracted vampirism, that would be cool! 
Happy belated birthday!! I like to think I also contracted vampirism, that would be cool! 
pisculli:
I think it's safe to say that you're totally rocking it. You're awesome and thanks for the birthday wishes.
