It's my birthday

Today is my birthday. Im 22. I must say, Im quite happy to leave 21 behind, not because it was a bad year, it was quite a good year. Uneventful, but good. No Im glad to leave 21 because now I am entering the mature age of the 20's. No longer do people offer me a West coast wine cooler at the pub, but they might order me a vodka and lime. I don't have to be embarassed when ordering rasberry flavoured vodka cruisers (aka spread your legs juice for teens) because it's a CHOICE now, not a neccessity for a youth who can't handle her acohol. Now my fiancee (pfft) doesn't have to feel embarrassed that he's a dirty cradle snatcher looking for a 'girl' under the effects of the juice for teens previously mentioned!! I am a woman!! I am a recpected woman in her 20's!! Twenty two. Mature. Stable.

For my birthday, I got from Adam a beautiful hand painted, square deep dish (very mature present), a "women's weekly beginners simple meals step by step to perfect results" cookbook (Im still deciding whether to be offended or not by the word 'beginners'), a set of 1 kg each hand or leg weights (I know you are going WTF but I actually asked for them so he's not a prick), and the second complete series of 'The Secret Life of Us' on DVD ( I recieved the first complete series for Christmas). I also spent lots of money on some new clothes, but as previously mentioned, that was a week ago. I like birthdays. I like presents.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

- Those who need to mention their maturity are in need of some - me