I’m been celebrating my birthday since yesterday because technically I was born on Saipan and since Saipan’s on the other side of the international date line, I might as well start partying! It’s like when I’m at work eating my lunch at 9:30 am and warding off stares from co-workers who think I’m a hippo when in reality, I eat lunch on Eastern Standard Time. And Pacific Standard Time. And whenever my stomach gurgles, “BACON MONSTER! RISE AND EAT!”
I’m 25 years old today. I have an spa appointment later this morning that includes a massage and hand and foot treatment. I’m a little wary of the “treatment,” because it sounds like my hands and feet need an intervention for being so oafish all these years, as this will solve my affliction of being half-Pacific Islander, half-Shrek.
I have so much to look forward to now that I’m 25 like lower car insurance rates and Lipitor prescriptions. This is day is all about me and how awesome is that?
But the real question is, homes, orange peel grill: