My birthday blew over the weekend days, adding another number to my age. No age crisis alert here, but I already found a single ghostly white hair from my locks! Now I’m just waiting for the wrinkles and dementia to set it, but I think I already might have an ounce of the latter.
I have a little bit strange relationship with my birthdays, often spending them in isolation, but this time I had a couple of friends over and had the greatest time. Watching one of my favourite movies and having drinks and laughs and 2.am. tarot readings, couldn’t have asked for more. My beau also spoiled me with roses, tattoo gift and music, it’s been too long from the last ink appointment so I’m anxiously craving for more.