This is what 30 looks like. 30, apparently, has a big zit on her chin and just poured coffee down her own cleavage. 30 is really mature, y’all.
I don’t have a lot of photos of myself. I have a camera so I don’t have to be in the photos; half the photos Ash has taken of me don’t have my face in them, just my camera in front of my face. But if there’s a time for bathroom photography while the cats stare at you curiously — well, I did put one of them in the sink and take his photo the other day — I guess it’s your 30th birthday.
I took today and tomorrow off from work; I’m spending them drinking beer, eating pizza covered in things that shep. calls “gross”, and watching basketball. The weekend’s eaten up by UNC/Florida State baseball. Life is pretty damn good. Happy birthday to me.