I’m 30 today, bitches. Yeehaw!
I guess I’m supposed to say how it seems like only yesterday that I was a bright-eyed college student with my whole world-oyster ahead of me, but that would be a goodly bit of bullshit. A lot has happened since then–good, bad, and in the middle–and sometimes I barely recognize 21-year-old me. Other times I wonder if 30-year-old me would even like 21-year-old me.
Then I wonder if 30-year-old-me and 21-year-old me would get in a cat fight, and, if so, who would win.
(I think 30-year-old me would kick some ass. I work out these days, you know.)