babble
Thursday, February 19, 2004
The KKK took my baby away:
Even though my birthday will not occur for 6 more months (give or take a few days), I have been thinking about it a lot, probably because I am going to turn 30.
I am not really that concerned about that specific number - I don't feel like it means that I am old, because I fluctuate between feeling young and old all the time. I feel old when I see my daughter, who is already as tall as I am and twice as smart. I feel young when I convince all my friends to join me as I skip down the loading docks near my loft. But most of the time I don't feel young or old; I just feel like me.
However, most people seem to look at 30 as a milestone, so I am going to use the occasion as an excuse to throw a huge fucking party, plan a big group trip to Vegas with as many friends as I can trick into coming with me, and get people to show me their boobs. You see, I have a theme for my 30th year, and so far everyone I have told is totally on board with it. The theme is: Boobs in the Face™.
Please note that I said "boobs in THE face", and not necessarily MY face, so this does not only benefit me - it benefits all who choose to grace me with their presence. If you have boobs, put them in someone's face! (Mine, if it's my birthday. Thanks.) If you don't, find some cleavage and plant your face in it. Simple. Beautiful. It's win-win for everyone.
Now we just need more people to jump on the Boobs in the Face™ bandwagon. Any volunteers?
I would also like cupcakes like these for my birthday. Or any day, for that matter. So get to baking, people.
babbled by Kat @ 10:51:00 AM |
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