OH MY GOD I'M OLD

--insert self-centered emo angst involving bitching about the unfairness of life, my own weaknesses and unresolved psychological problems, lack of self-control and/or ambition, etc., etc., etc., here--


I'm a totally awesome person. I am satisfied with my life and happy with where I am right now. I am attractive and intelligent and funny, and other people like being around me. I enjoy being me, even when I fuck up and want to headdesk because I'm being stupid.

I am pleased and honored to know (and have known) the people with whom I have crossed paths over the course of my life. I am indebted to all of you; you've supported me, loved me, taught me, and entertained me, and I hope that I have given back even half of what you've all given me.

(AHAHAHAHAHAH, WINE GOES TO MY HEAD SO FAST.
I haven't even drank a full eight oz and I feel wonky and silly.)

Really...I'm just happy. Everything seems like it's going to be ok and I feel unshakably confident in myself, my skills, and my ability to land on my feet.

Yay.