27th on 27th

‎27th on 27th. when i was young i thought this was the perfect age. i'd be married and rich. now im single and my bank account is almost empty. but i have to say... despite the shemexes it's better than i'd ever hoped for. so rock on, bitches!
this is my fb status.

a couple of days ago i wrote how depressed i was that i'd eventually grow old alone... but i deleted it because the pathetic-ity (is there such a term? hahaha) was just plain annoying. this is MY perfect age. it should not involve anybody. i should be comfortable about my entry to adulthood and deal with life as it is, without dwelling on the past or wondering what could have been if i decided to take the other option.

and fuck it, im going to refrain listening to non-dance songs for the meantime. they just foster depression. we are sad because of the songs that we listen to about loving and losing it. so i'd rather listen to black eyed peas than sarah mclachlan!

the minute the clock struck 12 last night i turned on the speakers full blast and danced to jt's 'signs' in front of the mirror in my undies. i've got big tummy and arms and it's one of the rare moments when i didn't feel bad about my all curvy body. i feel fine and i actually feel sexy.

from here on... my mantras would be: 1) i go for it because i deserve it, and 2) i am a sexy bitch and i seriously dont care what you think

happy birthday to me! i look forward to 27 more years of ups and downs!