i turned 30 over 2 months ago, and apparently i have been so traumatized i have not wanted to write anything about it. or...i have simply been having too much fun in my new found age to have time to write in this thing. true answer - too lazy. 30 is the new lazy. 30 is also the new 20. and last week i heard that 30 is the new black and black is the new pink. my conclusion, 30 makes people delusional, and want to make up excuses to not be sad about turning 30. yeah, like, 30 is the new TGIF. or...30 is the new reason to go out and get a fake tan, breast implants and silicone lip injections. 30 is the new speaker dancing at sweaty clubs where waxed up douches in muscle shirts think they're doing you a favour by trying to wipe the sweat off their crotches on your backside to the soothing tones of lady gaga's poker face thoughtfully remixed with totally hard hitting grinding beats. right? another round of vodka cran's!!!
no.
that is all so wrong. (yet apparently oh so right for 1'000's of Calgarians in their 30's)
my 30's are going to be thoughtful, healthy and socially engaged. i swear.
i would write more on this, but i have go to carve out the watermelon i will be wearing on my head while watching the roughriders kick the sh*T out of Toronto. beer bong!!
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