Five Days of Youth

My birthday is coming Friday. I will turn 27. Turning 27 sucks. I miss turning 17. Wait, when I was turning 17... I was 40 weeks pregnant. Scratch that. I miss turning 18.

If we had money, I would ask Boyfriend to get me a digital camera so I could take pictures of random things I find entertaining. I would then post said visual aids on this blog. But I'm not even cool enough to have a cell phone that takes pictures.

Man, I am getting old. All crotchety and whiny.

At least today I didn't have to work. This is the first Sunday I've had off in a month. Sweet, sweet day - to enjoy what is left of my youth.

Family elders will surely read this and think "Pshhht. Fucking Lex. Dumb kid."