Here is today, my friends.
Yep, that's a kitty behind me. That's one of his favorite places to be.
So all two of you reading this blog who aren’t my friend on Facebook/Twitter/in real life may possibly be surprised to know, but today is my birthday. My twenty-fifth birthday, to be exact. I am now a quarter of a century old, which sounds a whole lot more impressive than “holy fuck I’m twenty-five when the hell did THAT happen?!”
Yep, it’s true, I am now firmly ensconced in the middle of what is almost unanimously considered one of the worst decades of a person’s life, where while you may be physically at your peak, you’re generally not financially solvent, have no clue where you’re going with your life and may or may not have any meaningful relationships outside your family. XD But it isn’t all bad, really. In fact, I’m pretty happy with my life, all things considered (I mean, a steady job would be awesome, and I wouldn’t mind having a significant other, but my life isn’t pathetic without those things).
I have a kitty, and I’m fairly stable, and I have friends and family who care about me. And I have a wicked Kindle that I have been reading books on most of the afternoon (I got sick at work and was given a ride home, have spent most of the day since in bed). And my mom is coming to visit me next weekend and bringing me a new bed (new to me, it’s from a friend of hers who got married and is consolidating two households) that is not a mattress on the floor. So yeah, my life is pretty awesome, all things considered.
Happy birthday, Chelsea. You’re twenty-five years old today, and so far, twenty-five is looking to be a pretty great year.
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