Thirty-four years ago today since I first screamed my way into this world. I never minded turning thirty in the first place. Perhaps I was born for adulthood--not that I particularly want any of the traditional responsibilities of being adult. I point primarily here to those responsibilities that others are always so eager that you take on, namely birthing children. We prefer the cats.

So away with that, and away with the burden of age-defined goals. I'll achieve what I want regardless of when it happens.