The older I get, the less stoked I am on my birthday. It's not the "getting older" aspect, even though I bought Revitalift Anti Aging cream last night, but there is something depressing about the day.
Matty and my dad sent me flowers, that was sweet, my office smells nice!
Went to dinner on the wharf, Riva's, it was romantical. Matty and I ate way too much food, it hurt. Walked to the end of the wharf, made fun of the sea lions, bought candy at Marini's!
The best part of the night, PHOTO BOOTH pictures at the Boardwalk. Even though I don't photograph well and I criticized every picture of me!
It was totally mellow, which is how I like it. I don't like when people make a big deal out of my birthday, anything that draws attention to me I can live without.
Roxy made me the BEST cupcakes ever and brought them to practice last night, she even put chocolate dipped strawberries on them. She's so awesome and talented!
I guess I am just tired of being in my 20's! I wanna be in my thirties already. I still feel like a kid, even though for the most part my life is pretty grown-up. Do you think that at 12:01 am on my 30th birthday I'll fell any different?
363 more days to go, and I will be counting them down.
YOU DON'T PHOTOGRAPH WELL?
ReplyDeleteExcuse me while I shoot whole peas through my nose from laughing so hard.
I understand the modesty thing and I am totally with ya on the Ego affrontery. But honey, you are friggin' GORGEOUS. And you always will be. So you might as well start getting used to it.