Clearly, It’s Time To Break Up With My Doctor. (And Also Learn How To Dye My Hair.)
Last Friday my doctor was surprised to see me. Read the rest of this gem…
Last Friday my doctor was surprised to see me. Read the rest of this gem…
Birthdays are strange in the sense that as we get older, is seems like we have so many so often that they start to lose their luster.
No longer do they represent a special day where people lavish us with gifts for something over which we never had any control — being born. Instead, they represent aging. Deterioration. They turn from something to celebrate into something to dread.
It’s the birthday curdle.
And it’s a terrible thing.
Or at least, it is if you let it.