twenty five

I turned 25 and survived.  I thought it was the end of the world but I don't feel any different and I refuse to acknowledge any wrinkles on my lovely face so I guess I shall continue to tell people I'm 23.

I'll post pictures soon of my birthday dinner.  We went to the melting pot and had cheese and chocolate fondue.  I was feeling pretty good after a few yin yang drinks and I wanted to dance. After dinner we made our way to a local bar that usually had good dance music, except for that night of course, it was all heavy metal. There were sounds of grown men yelling as though someone was killing them and the mosh pit had taken over the dance floor. We ended up home by 11:30. I was sober and still wanted to dance, instead I skyped with a girl I recently met.

Not too bad.

I finally made my tattoo appointment.  It only took a few years.  Maybe this one will hurt less. Fingers crossed.

XoXo