it's my party

Here it is, bleeps (stole that from a friend). 30. It's here. I am 30 today.

I'm feeling moved to write an existential post about my life journey and who I am today blah blah blah. But that's boring and I still haven't had my caffeine (it may be my birthday, but my body apparently doesn't know that). Like, I woke up with a headache today. What the crap is up with that? Is this a sign I'm old? And doesn't my head know it's supposed to be happy today? No? Lame.

Instead, things that have made me laugh this week:

Lynnette: "I can't find my chap stick. I guess I'll have to use lip gloss. But lip gloss is for fancy time!"

but of course it does

I discovered how to look up what search phrases drive people to my blog. My faves?

Nancy Botwin is a slut

This girl needs some chocolate

Preschool song "do what i'm doing, follow follow me"

My conclusion? We live in a strange world, my friend.

My tweeps wished me a happy birthday last night:

And thaaaaaat's how I likes it. 

freak somebody out and waste millions of dollars making a crap film about it

snort

kids these days

Also: go check out this post by Papoe: Thirty is most certainly dirty, and fabulous.