It may have been hideous, but it sure was fun.
Well, its 28 years later and I still like neon and big hair. Oh and I know this post makes no indication of this, but the whole point was: Its my birthday. My worst day of the year. Its up there with New Years, but on New Years everyone else gets to feel nostalgic and disappointed with me. Today, its just me. And its not that I dont like getting older, I actually LIKE being older. More credibility, better skin, less hormones…
but birthday gets me down… I guess it reminds me of all the paths not chosen… I dunno.
I changed my mind. Im going to TRY to have fun today;)