Friday, March 11, 2011

I am now 30.

... and it doesn't feel any different than 29.

Except I keep feeling the need to run around quoting Pinocchio.

"I'm a real boy!"

It feels like 30 is the official gateway into adulthood, and normally, I would get excited and think that now people will finally take me seriously.

But I don't think that will ever be possible.

1 comment:

Carrot Jello said...

You're just a baby.
Happy Birthday!
I'd send you a card, but...well, you know.