I think birthdays are overrated.
Birthdays just remind you of how close you are to death or reminds you to count the lines etched deep within your eye area...(Mayday! Mayday!! Crows feet alert). I used to be so excited about my birthdays until I was 21. Oh lord, it sucks so hard now ('xcuze my french). Most times I look at older people and wonder: 'Oh Gollies! Someday imma look like this!'*hyperventilating* A friend once asked me why I never smile in pictures and my response was that I look better frowning or pouting (in a cute baby-ish way not that annoying trying-to-form-tush-babe kinda pout you find
Okay so that's about it about 'happy' birthdays and by the way I went clubbing with Hawkeye (if you didn't get that, smh for you, olodo rabata. If you did, cyber high5 Genius*wink*)
So, I have recently been MIA on my guilty pleasure blogs, my crazy obsession with E!, my own blog, my gossip girl mode activation (always knowing secrets of everyone *whew* I've gat a truckload of 'em in my medulla oblongata I think imma start spilling soon..) and plenty other things I can remember but can't include because family and friends read this blog *grin* but I think I'm back now, fully invigorated. My busy body mode is back, and I am ready for action no more dulling.
So until you read from me next time, I remain that girl not even the least bit interested in fitting in.
Cheers
P.S. Sorry the mid life crisis rantings above, na old age dey worry me.
P.P.S Okay no apologies...every girl wants to remain 21 forever abi?!
P.P.P.S to P.S err...I'm still young o, I meant 'old age wey dey beckon' #okbye
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