My birthday's a week from today.
But I also hate getting closer to 30. As was proclaimed in the book Something Borrowed (and now the movie, which I think may have been the third chick flick I've actually liked!), "Thirty isn't old. But it isn't that young, either." And I'm waaaaay too cute to get old. Seriously. I don't even mean how mah face is adooooorable. (It is. I'm a cute lil package. Sue me.) I mean that I act like a five-year-old pretty much any time that I'm not at work. And I don't wanna change it. SO THERE.
So what do I want for my birthday? To enjoy time with people that I love. To relax.
Oh, and I want my birthday cake to look like this:
See that "1" on top of the cake? I'm sure it means I'm Number 1. Cuz I am. And this cake is clearly for classy ladies who have careers and rent and do other adult things.
Or I'll gladly settle for a s'more...if it's this one:
Tell me that isn't rad.
You're an effing liar.