because sally

Today is my birthday and I don’t know what it is about today but it is just the most perfect day I have had in a long time. And it isn’t even half over.

I am feeling so much love. I feel so alive. I feel young and beautiful and healthy and smart (and deluded?). I resent the small elves who come into my closet and take in all my jeans at night but otherwise I feel really good.

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her 11th cocktail and how I was useful

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fuck you, 50

I have been feeling a few mixed emotions about my upcoming birthday. It is a round and fat number but not in a jolly way. If numbers were people- this number would be crotchety, and wrinkly and unsexy. It would have warts, grey hair, sore joints and limited energy. It would wear flats, and pants with elastic waists and safe colours or tent dresses hiding its shape. It would cut its hair short and be blind without glasses. Little leggy skirts would get passed on to children or young neighbours. It would forget people’s names and re tell boring stories and refuse red peppers because it would be hard on the digestion. It would be sensitive to food, colds  and criticism. It might  be narrow minded and jaded. It would stop believing in love. It would need to let go of childish ways- including the best parts of herself- her playfulness, her teasing, her appetite for life and just  grow up for once and ACT HER AGE.

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