My birthday presents to myself: a secondhand pair of Steve Madden shoes, black high heels with a rockin ankle strap from Buffalo Exchange. And, the new Radiohead cd. Yes, I purchased it, even though I can get it for free. I paid ten dollars. It's what I think a cd should cost. I want to be part of the solution, not part of the problem. And if you're a Radiohead fan, do not waste any more time not listening to this exquisite music.
It's a weird thing to think, but I never thought I'd make it to 30. I know everyone thinks that when they're living fast in their teens and twenties, but I really thought it. I woke up yesterday morning thinking "this is my last day on earth". And here I am, I've been officially 30 for twelve minutes.
there are so many good things about this age, but one of the best is that I've seen the results of these mindfucks I play on myself so many times, I know where it goes, I've seen it before, and I view myself and my mental shenanigans from the distance of experience.
As my neighbor and I agreed late last night over shiraz cabernet, the only thing better about being young is that you look good. Otherwise, you're insecure, judgemental, inexperienced, always out to prove something.
Hitting 30 is deep relief. I am happy in my skin. I can just be myself.