Eat my goal
Today is the last day of my twenties. God, that was hard work, I'm knackered. Ten years of ditching losers, growing up, living in hovels, getting my heart squished, sorting my career out, sorting my wardrobe out. It was fun and that but I'm actually quite glad to be at the other end.
If turning 30 means I swap a flat stomach, a face full of natural collagen, uncertainty, crap relationships and weird mates for a drooping eyelid, grey piano wires poking out of my head, wobbly bits, independence, confidence and the some of the world's finest people as my friends, then hooray for turning 30.
If turning 30 means I swap a flat stomach, a face full of natural collagen, uncertainty, crap relationships and weird mates for a drooping eyelid, grey piano wires poking out of my head, wobbly bits, independence, confidence and the some of the world's finest people as my friends, then hooray for turning 30.
posted by Elizabeth at 11:46 AM
2 Comments:
Lizzie.. You are 30 and gorgeous! And I will tell you this over and over on the weekend ;-)
Exactly. You are 30 and fabulous in every way. Happy birthday! xx
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