It's not so bad turning 29

My booty from The Boyfriend 09.05

See? I said it.

I am officially 29 - yesterday, actually - and it feels pretty damn good, the truth be told.

No more pretending to be someone else. No more trying to prove anything to anybody. No more giving a damn about people who don't matter.

This is about me and the people I love. And that is the way it should be.

I got more booty from friends, including lunch/coffee/cake treats, books, clothes and best of all, lotsa well wishes coming in through text messages through the day.

I got the speakers for my iPod. Woooohoooo! (Once a geek, always a geek). And I don't wear jewelry - he knows it - but I'd wear this. Forever.

Will I be posting a note on feeling good about turning 2-10 in a year's time? I'm not sure but I think so.

In the meantime, here's to youth, beauty and wisdom. (uh, private joke. Heh)