Yes, it has happened. I am older
(though if we think about it, we’re older every passing day, minute, and second, so, what gives? Idk, man.)
Anyway, I have mixed feelings about my birthday. I mean, it’s always a cool opportunity to take a day off and enjoy a sunny day with my husband at the lake, a husband who happens to have a striking similarity to this guy:
So all of this is cool, but at the same time… I’M OLDER. We’re all slowly dying, people!
My best friend said that I was growing smarter like Yoda, because apparently, when we’re young we’re stupid (most of the time, I guess?) So according to her, getting older = getting smarter, and I’m not sure if she’s really my best friend anymore. I mean, she should know that I’m the living proof against that argument.
Anyway. Even if it were true, Yoda gets no hot chicks, and Yoda lives isolated in a crappy swamp planet. Yoda is cool, but BEING YODA SUCKS.
So that’s it. Our boobs will get saggy and our skin will wrinkle… and life will keep being a pretty wonderful thing.
We might get older, but the journey we’ve been through is totally worth it.
So that’s my birthday rant/ realization of this year.
Plus, I’m married to Tarzan, so I’m cool.
Oh, and if you feel like giving me a free, quick gift, why not like my Facebook page? You know you want to. *using Jedi mind trick on you* You will like my Facebook page.
Did it work? Tell me it did, ’cause then it’ll mean that I’m a Jedi, and fuck this shit, I’m off to Naboo.
PS: A hot Jedi. Like Obi-wan, okay? Not like Yoda.