aging gracefully?

on this, the eve of yet another birthday, I have decided to revive this craptastic blog with the following revelation:

I AM GETTING WRINKLES. WTF. MY ASIAN GENES HAVE PUNKED OUT ON ME LIKE TOTAL BITCHES.

I cannot believe they have the audacity to show up ON THE NIGHT BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY and make themselves comfortable on my previously unlined forehead.

sad.

(okay, so yes, this doesn't really count as an entry, but it's all I've got in me right now... Making Shit Happen takes a lot out of a girl.)

(please send birthday wishes and anti-aging cream, STAT.)