Thirty-fecking-three. This is the age I will become as of tomorrow. Jeez. When did that happen? I am not good with birthdays. At all. In fact I tend to dread them. I think it is something about the need to be cheery. If it wasn't for my birthday I probably would be cheery as it will be Friday. Fridays aren't bad. I'm not at work and daytime TV is better than on, say, Saturday. Am I making any sense? No? Does this really look like the, heavily-edited, face of a thirty-three year old? Do these? (Images via celebritybirthdaylist.com) I guess this is where 'early thirties' ...
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