Guess what.

There are girls younger than us.  I know it's shocking isn't it?  Downright horrible, I think.  I didn't even realize it until recently.  Until my friends started turning 25 and then I realized in a few months I, too, will be a step closer to 30.  No, I don't think 30 equals death.  However, I can't say I'm looking forward to the actual number 30 itself.  Thirty doesn't have the same ring as say 21 or 27.  You don't often hear people talking in hushed tones about a younger woman who is "30."  I'm not saying I want to be a tart, but I do want to be of an age where it would still sound scandalous if I was.

OK so 24 is not old.  Neither is 30.  I'm pretty sure I will like life as much at 30 as I do now, if not more so.  But it's just one of those little things that squeaks in the back of your mind.  "Ugh, I actually have to age?!  This is crap!"  Then I go on about my happy life and am thankful for all the sweet ass things that happen every day. 

But isn't there ever a time when you see some 21-year-old looking like she rolled in mud aka tanning bed and she's looking all tarty and fresh and you just want to slap the hoops out of her ears (or if you're here, smash her in the side with the fatty LV bag she's carrying)?  Oh, I know it's bitter and a mildly violent thought, but I'm just saying what everyone is thinking. 

BUT THEN....I remember that I am younger than someone else and that someone else probably wants to pull my little shorts over my head.  Fair is fair.

Besides, I am the youngest today that I am ever going to be.  Might as well enjoy it.  You, too, 21 year old.