Freaky 34

I'll be 34 next week, I wish I was 27. 34 seems so old... like I should be something that I'll never become no matter how hard I try.
I will never be one of those women who can wear white pants an entire day and they stay white or look cool with shiny hair and even on the hottest days of summer. My skin gets shiny when it's hot outside and my hair is frizzy and my jeans are no longer white after 5 mns away from my house...
34 is food shopping once a week at the supermarket - in my fridge you'll find old sallad, booze and eggs.
34 is a healthy dinner with significant other and friends and their significant others while discussing the latest news - I party and find jokes about sex hilarious.
34 is career, a well paid job and financial security - I have a shit job that barely pays my bills and no money left on the 20th each month.

But I like my life. So, yes I've done some bad choices but I've learned and I have really had a lot of fun.
I have no kids, no coffee machine, no garden, I haven't seen the latest plays or read the latest award winning books but I have a loving partner, great friends, and one room in my apartment has gold colored walls :)

Take care
Love/E

Song of the day: Snake - R Kelly