Forty Six sleeps and then I turn 30 years old. Faaaack. It is incredible. Really. Here I am, leaving the twenties. Finally? Or too soon?
As sure as I can say that I won't be working as an accountant any time in this life, it's a guarantee that when anyone over 30 hears that my birthday is coming up, they will say something along the lines of "Thirty is great. Life will be more bearable." Or, that is what I interpret anyway.
Will it? Really? Will I be 29 on the Thursday, and the next day, everything is going to be alright. I'll get a nice salary, I'll fit into a size 0 (that, I hear, is the size) and my dog won't have any more flees.
I konw - that is not what they mean. But what exactly DO they mean?
See, I'm approaching 30, and all I can say is that the mystery is thickening.
1 comment:
nothing will happen.
at first...
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