Willow ,'Lessons'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I don't specifically remember my 30th birthday, but 30 was the happiest year of my life. Lotsa really good stuff went on, including the last time I fell in love, my one semi-longterm relationship, and the best sex of my life (those three things being, unfortunately, spread out over three different guys).
I just read today that Kathy Griffin and her husband have reconciled–hope it's accurate.
I'll be 50 in August
I have a hard time believing that.
That's where I'm supposed to tell how, when looking at the pictures from my USA trip, a friend assumed that Robin was around our age, so in her twenties?
I actually freaked out about turning the big 30 about six months before it actually happened. I completely wigged about how I hadn't done anything with my life, time was slipping away, blah blah blah.
By the time I actually turned thirty, I was over it.
I'm enjoying my thirties quite a bit, even if I'm brokeass broke all the time, but, having turned 36 just a week ago, I'm starting to feel the "Wow, I REALLY haven't done anything with my life," guilt again. Just a little, though.
Chalk me up for loving turning 30. I was pregnant, Joe and I were happy, and I was looking forward to leaving my 20's behind.
31? Depressing as shit. No idea why.
I'm having a hard time believing that my little baby Leif is going to be four in a few days.
31? Depressing as shit. No idea why.
It's a prime number over 17.
I breezed through 30 and thought it was the best thing EVAR, but, like Sean, had weird twinges about 35 -- kind of like all that stereotypical "I need to do something with my life before age X" guilt had just been put off by half a decade. I guess we really are the slacker generation, after all.
Prime numbers are NEVER depressing! They're the dog's bollocks!
I'm having a hard time believing that my little baby Leif is going to be four in a few days.
And Emaryn is, what, eligible to vote already? (It seems that way, damn it.)
I am usually fine holding the opinion that "doing things with your life," is overrated as a concept, but sometimes the slacker guilt, she still slips through.
I was really busy when I turned 30. I had a party. I barely remember it.
31 fell on Father's Day, and EVERYONE freaking forgot it.