My Birthday Is Coming Up…

…pretty fucking soon (what’s up with all this swearing?).

I’ve been thinking about hitting 40 minus 4 in counting (that would be 36 for those of us subtractionally challenged), and that it could be time to begin the legendary Biological Clock Panic. I would normally be up for any new reason to dive right into a depression/shame spiral/up-at-4:00 am-panic attack, but I just don’t have the bandwidth (corporate term) for any more obsessions right now. Well, I probably do, but I want them to be fun obsessions, like cute guys, chocolate Haagen-Dasz, and new boots…not the end of my genetic line or possible birth defects (though, I don’t actually buy the hype about increased rate of birth defects after 35…).

Bottom line: I just don’t have the energy for a BCP at this juncture.

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Yesterday, I said hello to guy I’ve known for a while who is kind of hot (“kind of hot”?…see, I can’t even commit to an adjective). He said hello and mumbled something about chocolate, but I didn’t quite hear what he was saying because someone else was talking. It took until today for me to realize that he was telling me that I had chocolate on my face. Because I did.

See what I mean? I’ve got to learn to keep my face clean before I can even consider bringing a child into this world…(and keeping her/his/it’s face clean).

Just for today, I can contemplate my impending birthday.