So, Tuesday was my birthday, and I am feeling extremely mushy and loved by all the gorgeous people who've wished me well, and made the effort to come to my party last Saturday night.
Even though I just turned 28, I'm not feeling old. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm the age I should be. I can be mature, and sensible, and adult, but I'm not 'too old' to be immature, idiotic, and childish when I want to be!
It's also really hard to feel old when a huge chunk of your hair is bright blue, and you're wearing mismatched pajamas with pirate ships and ducks on them.