one month.
four weeks.
thirty days.
seven-hundred twenty hours.
forty-three thousand two hundred minutes.
that’s how long until i’m old.
just remember, i don’t want much for my three-oh-ty-eth birthday. just a big party and lots of presents. i wouldn’t mind plane tickets to interesting locales — i have the first week of july off work, so i’m free to travel!
remember, it takes longer to ship to canada, so send things early! =)
old my ass…
punk.
yeah! I’m trying not to be offended – I’m almost 3 years older than you.
Life BEGINS at 30! I’m just getting started!
see? told you!
*smacks dor*
ow. those of us who are thirty-one will send dead flowers and ex-lax chip cookies.