Ageing disgracefully
How sad. I don't mean the film.
Sharon Stone is, what, about 46, 47, right? And I'm pretty sure she's not ashamed of her age. It's not a secret that she's no spring chicken. But then, what's the deal with this?
No wrinkles or crow's feet? C'mon. It's like someone took a rubber to her face. Ridiculous.
But I'm gonna take a page from Shazzer's book. I am going to age disgracefully. I have been thinking a lot about my 30th (October 22nd -- and I am looking for prezzies). I'm pretty sure I want a ceilidh and a blow-out. I want a big deal.
I was talking to a friend is also turning 30 this year. It does seem weird. Who sees themselves at this age? But silently we have worked our way up here. So now let's have a huge shout: I am 30! I am going to work hard until October not to freak out about the whole thing, y'know. I am not ashamed about my age, but I have a feeling that I could freak out with the enormity of the whole thing. Slap me over the head if I do. I mean, there are people all over the world who don't even make it to 30... who don't have clean water... who are starving... who live in room with 23 other people and their goats... and on and on.
Learn to talk British!
Rubber: eraserCeilidh: Scottish line dancing; can be used as a noun or verb
posted by Autumn at 19.3.06
5 Comments:
I threw myself a party at 25 and at 50. Don't wait for anyone to do it, throw one for yourself. It's a grand feeling to attain the ripe age of 30! Can't wait till 75--owahoo!!
Forget 75 -- what's wrong with 57?
Just wanted to keep the 25 year cycle going. Nothing wrong with celebrating every year either.
I'm glad you are embracing the whole count down until you die thing.
Who? Me or Amah?
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