Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Wishlist // Birthday Bitch

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Today is officially my last day of being 24, and holy shit that means I'll officially have been kicking it for a quarter of a century this time tomorrow. Honestly, I spent most of the last year (and all of my early twenties for that matter) absolutely dreading this birthday, because you know, from the minute I turn 25 I'll be closer to 30 than I'll be to 20 and just the thought of that has sent me into ridiculous fits of existential quarter-life crisis feelings.... and junk.

But now that tomorrow is literally about to creep up on me, I've actually found that it's not bothering me nearly as much as I thought it would. I mean, 25 will be the first year in my adult life that I can finally say, with sincerity, that I have my shit completely together. I have my own house, even if it's rented. I have a good, steady job, even if it's not what I want to do forever. I'm going to school, even though it's mostly online, which kind of sucks. And all the working out I've been doing is finally giving me some semblance of an ass, even though I'll forever wish it were bigger. I could sit and long to be 20 again, but looking back, 20 really freaking sucked. I lived in a shitty apartment in an even shittier area. I was surrounded by equally shitty people pretty much 24/7 between my deadbeat ex, my pathological liar of a first roommate and a handful of "friends" I haven't seen or spoken to since 21. I couldn't get down (legally) on vodka and Redbulls and my car insurance was at least $50 more a month then it is now. So there. 20 can suck it!

Of course, 25 has it's downsides that 20 didn't, but really, it's nothing different than what I had to deal with at 24. There will always be a million things I'd rather spend $300 per month on then my student loan bills (like those shoes up above, *swoons*). When Meg and I go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter next January we'll still look far more ridiculous in our fangurrrling than we would have at 17. The questions about when Zack and I plan to get married (we don't) or when I plan on popping out little cretins (never!) will come just as frequently. Really, this next year is nothing new, except for the whole "I'm starting the year out in a great place" thing. Which I'm equal parts okay and excited with.

I'll be celebrating this weekend with dinner in an old funeral home, copious amounts of hard liquor and a live shadow-cast showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I bought myself the gaudiest, tackiest sequined dress I could find and I'll be rocking my silver wig in style, because goddammit, I can. And at the end of the weekend, I think I'll buy myself something nice, because I'm not the perpetual broke ass I was at 20, 21, 22 or 23, and if I can make it through this birthday without a single breakdown or reversion to my existential nonsense-spewing ways, I'll fucking deserve it.


  1. I'm in love with your wishlists *-*
    Happy Birthday.


  2. Aw, dude, 25 is nice. It sounds like you are in a good place. It's not perfect, but it is nice. Your plans sound awesome and I'm excited to see pictures of the dress and wig combo. Have fun!


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