Last year I turned 30. It was no big deal-- except for the part where I expected lots of glorious thoughtful gifts from Danny. I didn't like being 29 because I always thought, people will think I'm lying if I tell them I'm 29 because everyone always says they're 29. So 30 was a relief. But now that 31 is just two weeks away, I'm feeling old. I will be in my thirties. I will be thirty-something. Ugh.
Please send chocolate.