Today is my 35th birthday. Can you believe that shit? Me, either. This seems like another one of those age milestones (you know like 30, 40, 50, etc.). Though to tell you the truth, every year seems like a milestone anymore.
Here’s one way to tell you’re getting old–buy a car with a sunroof. There’s nothing like the sun shining down on your head to show you just how many gray hairs you have. I knew I had a lot of gray hair, but this is just ridiculous. Some days I think I should bite the bullet and start dyeing my hair (but, it’s kind of hard to justify that since I don’t wear makeup. hell, I don’t even own any makeup. why start caring about my appearance now?). Other days, I wish it would just go all gray and get it over with.
The only good thing about growing old is that I’m taking everyone with me.
Happy Birthday to me.
*** Courtney Love, “I’ll Do Anything”, America’s Sweetheart