happy fuckin' friday: i'm the birthday guuurrrl.

today i turn 28. there, i said it. yes, it hurts.

i want to be 5 again.

i want to run around naked.

i want to take naps in the middle of the afternoon.

i want to say whatever i like and not get in trouble for it.

i want a sippy cup of my favourite juice permanently in my little hand.

paul would tell you i still do all of these things on the regular, only my sippy cup is now a wine glass of "grape juice".

and when i run from upstairs to the laundry room downstairs naked, with no blinds on any of our windows, it makes him a crazy person.

now that i think about it, 28 ain't all that bad.

where's my sippy cup?