Has royally sucked.
And I wish that I was exaggerating when I said that, because for so long I dreaded turning thirty. I didn’t want to be in my fourth decade; I backtracked and acted like I was twenty. Going out every night, having liquid dinners, etc.
I fought it the best way I knew how, but it still came.
|coffee mug my dad got me for my birthday.|
We went to New Orleans for my 30th — that part was fun. It was what happened the day after that and ever since that day that I don’t like.
Sunday the 5th — the Packers lose in the first round of the playoffs.
Monday the 6th — Auburn loses the National Championship.
Tuesday the 7th — I am sick as a dog.
So, see? What do I really have to love about being thirty so far. The one highlight that comes to mind is I’m going back splash shopping at the Lowe’s this weekend. That’s right bitches; back splashes become amazing fun once you turn thirty. So do trips to Lowe’s.
I don’t know what I was expecting when I turned thirty — for the wrinkles I have to get worse; for my metabolism to just shut down (which seems like it’s done lately); for the whole world to just fall in my favor. Yeah, definitely that last one.
But it hasn’t — so fourth decade of life, you have a lot to live up to. Please let’s start getting to that tomorrow.