Like fine wine and cheese...

I must remind myself that I am much like a fine wine, or a fantabulous cheese even. I get better and better with age. Granted I may just be trying to *trick* myself into believing that, but the more I say it the more I'll believe it and the sooner I'll quit annoying the piss out of anyone within earshot with my moans and groans about aging and how my birthday is exactly one week from this glorious day we call Monday. Not only am I turning 25 in one week, I'M TURNING 25 ON A MONDAY. Good freaking night. I guess I'll just show up to work that day with a fucking paper bag over my head.