Happy Birthday To Me

Yay. It’s my birthday today. Another year older. Though somehow I feel like I’ve aged more than a year this year. Why? Because of this:

This was one of my birthday presents, and no, it wasn’t just one of those presents a random relative buys you because they don’t really see you that often and have no idea what you like or what you want so get you something they feel you should have – I actually asked for this!

At some point earlier this year I think I might have grown up – I bought a house, I started DIY, I set myself a budget, I had a training regime, I prepared for races, I even gave up drinking for a while, and I started gardening. I actually became rather sensible. (I only went on four holidays! How sensible is that?!)

But no more! If 2007 was a year of sensibleness, 2008 is going to be a year of immaturity; bring on the spontaneous trips across the country for coffee, bring on the stupid bike rides where we barely escape with our lives, bring on the all night drinking sessions. Being grown up is too dull and boring for me – even if it is cheap. There’s so much to do before I’m 30 and I can’t do it on a budget…

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