It’s my birthday. One of those kind of landmarky numbers that’s making me have some crisis sort of feelings. *Whisper voice: thirty-five. Choke. Gasp.

I was young once.

How taut was my neck skin? So taut.

But seriously, everyone has been super sweet to me over the last week and today. Thirty-five is not looking so gloomy when I have so many people willing to make me my favorite cakes (strawberry last week and coconut today. I have divisive cake opinions) and contact me to wish me happy birthday. I guess I can manage getting older with this sort of support.

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