well another year, another birthday.

today is my 28th birthday. i refuse to wax poetically about 28. it seems like such a non-event. maybe that’s because i’m in denial. oh well. it could be worse. i could go get a boob job, dye my hair blonde, and asked to be called trixie, or something.

nope. not here. mid-life crisis’ are reserved for thirty.

so without any further ado, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, la la la la la la, happy birthday to me, cha, cha, cha!

now me and my doughnut are going to go get some dinner!

later.