Oh crap. It’s happening as we speak. I am turning 30 right now. Not only did I notice that my boobs have traveled south for the winter, but I swear I just spotted a new wrinkle under my right eye. So far- not impressed with my 30’s. However, in all fairness, I will give it another 3 minutes before I beg my 20’s to take me back.
To pass the time, I am now going to obsess about the things that I will miss as I graduate from the class of 20-somethings (cue depressing graduation song from Vitamin C).
- Shopping at Forever 21. Sigh.
- Drinking without feeling so hungover the next day that my hair hurts.
- Being able to talk openly about the latest episode of Gossip Girl.
- Spending money on a ridiculously expensive purse vs. placing it in a retirement fund.
- Guilt-free days spent lounging in bed watching TV. With no interruptions.
- Wearing regular-strength deodorant. Apparently, I sweat more in my 30’s…
Hmmm… Those seemed a lot less pathetic in my head. Maybe my 30’s won’t suck ass. Wait a minute. Am I too old to say things like “suck ass?” Oh crap.
Filed under: Liz | Tagged: 30th birthday, The Kiwi Tree, Turning 30 sucks
