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Where Has the Excitement Gone?

February 27th, 2009 by Foo-Foo McKinley

It’s my birthday. I remember when I was little, I knew exactly how many months, weeks and days were left until my birthday. Each day that passed was another day closer to being more grown up and it was so exciting. I’ve run out of “age milestones.” Sure, there are the decade milestones, but that’s it, right?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not depressed about my birthday, and I’m not feeling “old.” Shit, I’m only in my mid-twenties. It’s just so ::meh:: anymore. Hell, if it hadn’t been for WPH [Wonderful, Perfect Husband] and Mom both asking me what I wanted for my birthday I don’t know that I would have even realized how rapidly it was approaching. WPH and I both have to work, which means we’ll see each other on the way to my job in the morning and when he gets home from his, nearing midnight. The majority of the day will be spent Tweeting, Facebooking, working and studying. Break out the noisemakers, it’s gonna be one helluva day!

At any rate, I have some things that I’ve learned in my twenty-*cough* years. Some are generic, but they’re worth revisiting. Plus, I like bullets, and this gives me a reason to use them. :)

Don’t go to bed angry. That should actually include “deep in depressing thought.” It accomplishes nothing and just leads to a shitty morning.
Eyebrows are easier to over-pluck and take longer to grow back than you’d think. You’ll look like a slob while you’re waiting.
People are dicks and we just have to deal with them. Unless of course you’re a homicidal maniac, in which case have a spree and rid us of them. Please.
Some of the best people I know are full of hate. Just like me. Oddly, that makes me happy.
Gloat when you do something well. Just don’t do it in a way that will upstage and piss off, in a public forum, someone who did better at something harder.
Show your emotions. Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve or anything, but for fuck’s sake don’t act all cheery if you’re pissed, or all pissy if there’s no reason. Both are obnoxious and make me want to hurt you.
Pick friends wisely. Most people seem normal at first and turn out to be psychotic, overbearing and obtrusively needy.

And lastly:

Tell the people you love that you love them. I know, I just went all gooshy and gross, but it’s true. I learned this the hard way. My dad died when I was 18, before I ever really apologized for being a bitch my whole life.

Anyway, W00T and all that nonsense! Happy birthday, me! Eh.

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