I am tiiirrreeeddd. I worked out for awhile to my new workout video, Aerobic Striptease. *naughty giggle* I like it a lot actually (and I am sure my husband does too). I just did the beginner level and was tired after 20 minutes.
I am ready for this week to be over. My manager is on vacation, which gives me a little bit more work to do. The weekend will be here soon enough, and I am going to party down. heh. Party down. I crack myself up. I have lots of stuff planned…I am going to be exhausted (and probably hung-over) by the time Saturday’s over. Turning 23 is usually not a big deal, but since it’s my last birthday, I better make the most of it, hmm? Bring on the gray hairs.
I actually have a fear of getting old…I already look in the mirror for wrinkles and gray hair. It’s a fear that I’ve had since childhood. I mean, I don’t want to be broken, and tired, and unable to do things…I don’t want to be wrinkled and worn. I just don’t want to get old. It’s far away, but it will be here before I know it. I will look into the mirror one day and see a complete stranger staring back, and I will wonder what I did with my life.
Well, before I get good and depressed, I am heading to bed.
Night Y’all!
your last birthday?
Yup. I’ve decided I am not going to have any more. :)