The Annual Celebration of Me
Now that I am well over 21, I find myself at a loss trying to think of interesting things to do for my birthday. My birthday is tomorrow ... and I had to remind both of my parents of the date! I've already skydived, I recently went to Las Vegas and all of my close friends live relatively far away.
It is official: I must be getting old. My birthday is no longer a mearly extraordinary annual celebration of me; it is, in addition, an annual fleeting of youth.
In a couple more years it will be illegal for me to wear mini skirts. So, it is my birthday resolution that I will make sure to enjoy them as much as possible this summmer.
3 comments:
Oh god, this post is depressing. I didn't even think about that whole mini-skirt thing. God. Maybe I should just ask you guys to take me out back and shoot me when I turn 30 and am past my prime. Like Old Yeller.
You are guys are depressing. If I have nice legs, I'm going to wear a miniskirt and I don't really care what anyone says. Tina Turner has some pretty hot legs, and no one tells her that she can't wear a miniskirt. I won't be ridiculously age-inappropriate, but who the hell cares??!
M, I am sad that you didn't take your birthday as a perfect excuse to party your face off. I'll have to remedy that this weekend. :)
your friend,
the frat boy
Hey... I partied! Check out my flickr account :)
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