People,

I'm thirty. 30. 29+1. 40-10. Old.

I always thought that if I turned thirty and was still fat and unsuccessful that it would be traumatic. Truth is, I've been fat and unsuccessful for so long now that this birthday hardly even registered. I kid. Maybe.

Honestly, being thirty is the same as being 29, which was the same as being 28, which was the same as being 27. All the important things happening in sports and popular culture are being done by people a lot younger than I am, while all the important things in government and the professional world are being done by people who are older. That leaves me the enviable niche of ruling the age bracket of barely earning a living and being pushed around by bitchy customers. Woo. Hoo.


Feeling a little testy this morning.