I’m quickly approaching my last day as a 27 year-old. *sigh* How depressing. I remember the days when birthdays were AWESOME! Presents, cakes, pointed party hats - man, I would start looking forward to my next birthday the day after. Now, birthdays just signify another year closer to my impending mortality, another gray hair to tweeze, another year gone by without accomplishing anything of importance with my life.

As if the overwhelming thoughts of my slow and steady decline into senility weren’t enough, it always seems as though all of my friends are out of town, or busy, or broke, or some other excuse to avoid hanging out with me as I drown my birthday sorrows. Few things are worse than singing happy birthday to yourself. How pathetic.

OK, anyone older than me will scoff, but when I think about my birthday, it makes me feel like I’m running out of time - time to finish school, time to have kids, get married, buy a house, all that adult, grown-up bullshit - if I don’t get going soon, will I ever?

Sometimes I envy my boyfriend’s outstanding ability to live in the moment. Life’s just one big party - why waste your time worrying. He’s so much older than me yet he’s the one that gets carded at bars. If you’re only as old as you feel, he’s still 21 and I’m nearing 50.

At the very least, this year’s birthday will be much better than the one I endured last year. I can’t imagine anything worse than that.

I’m a dumpy downer tonight. No one peed in my Cheerios this morning, I think it’s just the fact that I’ve spent 14 hours in an office with no A/C and I’m still here at 11:30 p.m.

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