the non post

No photos. No stories. No junk. And definitely no American Idol posts. I have been overwhelmingly busy and dreading Friday -- the day that ends my twenties. They were half good to me, so I guess I should only partially mourn the decade of a million memories, a million mistakes, a million and one good decisions and one amazing man who makes me insanely happy. Overall... I should be ready to take on the new number to my age and enter into it with fearless abandon. Perhaps I will, but I still think this calls for new shoes.

Look out world -- I'm thirty.
(It just doesn't sound right.)