Thirty Friggin’ Five
It’s my 35th birthday today, and it wasn’t bad. I didn’t turn suddenly into a desperate housewife who had to do the gardener or anything, and I managed not to turn this day into my 6th anniversary of my 29th birthday. H.E. didn’t leave me for a younger woman, though he did admit to me that he lusted over a 34-year-old woman yesterday. He’s so totally over it now. I got everything I wanted today. Love. Money. Power. I know…