39

I know I'm getting old, and that doesn't bother me too much. Nothing I can do about it - out of my control completely. What bothers me is feeling old. That freaks me right the fuck out, to be honest. I know that 39 isn't the end of the world - far from it. I just can't get my head around the fact that I am that age. Me. Not somebody else, but me. I am really making myself ill here, so I'll just go right ahead and say it:

Get over it already, please. Thank you.

So, I got some really nice gifts for my birthday. Things like this. And this. And these (not the legs and ass, dammit to hell, but the shoes).

Happy Birthday to me!