I'm 27 years old today. It's weird because usually I celebrate my birthday hard, but this year I literally haven't had the time. As you know, I'm in California for my birthday week. And while my stay here is work related, I couldn't imagine a better place to be!
1. Being on the West coast means that I am celebrating my birthday on both coasts, in two time zones. Ipso facto: I'm a princess longer.2. EVERYTHING is new and exciting - it's like San Francisco is my present. A very expensive, gay, hilly, fabulous present.
3. I am surrounded by strangers who (after learning it's my Placenta Freedom Day) want to pay for my food! And no, I'm not going around telling people, my boss is - and you gotta love that!
On a deeper note, I view my age in two ways: on one hand I think, "Girl, you've done a lot! You're only 27 and look at all you've done." And on the other hand I think, "Girl, you're 27! What have you been doing? 27 is nearly 30. 30 is close to 40, so basically your 50. Girl you are 50, and you have nothing to show for yourself!"
(Yes, I call my self "girl." It's a black stereotype that I example only in mental role-plays in which I address myself).
One of my goals as a twenty-sexy year old is to silence the negative homegirl* within, and listen to that positive homeskillet* who thinks I'm pretty awesome.
Word.
*Technical blackisms that should be handled with care.
2 comments:
happy birthday kiddo! have fun in sf/oak!
Yo, I missed your birthday but I hope it was happy. It was so very great to see you last week.
Say hi to my friend Liz in Oakland if you run into her.
:):):)
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