As a caveat to this blog I would like to mention that I have been out on a long and boozy birthday lunch, which has only just ended. Therefore nothing i say should be held against me. Aaaanyway...
Birthdays. Aren't they fucking fabulous?
At the big 25 I feel I am both getting getting older, getting younger and staying the same.
On the one hand I am obviously getting older. For instance on Saturday night while out with my lovely ol' school girls I looked at my watch at about 1.30am and though 'yeeeeah I'm ready for bed' and I was. And I went. Something I wouldn't have done five years ago. Maybe that doesn't seem like a particularly good thing but it's nice to feel that I can admit it when I'm ready to slope off. And to admit that maybe I'm not all about the clubs these days.
On the other hand I have a giant pimple. On my face. It is almost a second head. Ew. So I am still, technically, 16ish.
And on the er alternative (third?) hand, the song I chose as today's 'birthday song' (yeah I have too much free time on my hands, some might say) was a Belle and Sebastian classic, This is Just a Modern Rock Song. This is a long term favourite so, you know, the more things change blah blah blah.
There are too many people to thank for unexpected gifts/flowers/happy birthdays but thank you all - I have had a truly lovely day.