Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
So, 30, eh? I do not approve, not least because I'm officially dead per Brian Kinney's rules of the world - then again, by that measure so's he and I'd imagine that I would have been out of his good-books for a while over a variety of other stuff anyway!
Apparently I'm embracing this frail dotage I now find myself in, as I'm currently sitting here listening to the "Angel : The Series" soundtrack on repeat and whilst my birthday falls on a Friday this year, my plans for later on seem to mostly include reading Buffy fanfic (distressingly enough, sappy Buffy/Willow seems to be the order of the day - oh, and if anyone happens to know of decent fic repositories including said pairing, links make an awesome birthday present...!), Glee fanfic (...) and possibly some Doctor Who/Firefly crossover fics (finally, stories I don't feel I have to apologise over for reading!), watching some Buffy and listening to the Rolling Stones.
Yup, I seem to be reacting to the fact of my new decrepitude by hiding the hell away in as many fandoms as humanly possible, which given that once upon a time I would have been expected to react to a day like this with a veritable avalanche of partying is probably more than a little sad.
As for my 20s... yeah, there was definitely plenty of good stuff which I wouldn't trade for anything, but overall I have to come to the conclusion that they were rather a festering pile of shite on the whole, so I suppose... alright, I'm not gonna all but beg fate to slap me about by saying that my 30s can only be an improvement, but shall just quietly cross my fingers on that front.
Anyway, regarding other stuff, the less said is probably best... what's that I hear you saying? Those sentiments cover the stuff I wrote before as well? Okay, you may have a point! My grandfather had the first of his cardiac procedures the other month, which led to improvements for a while, though they have apparently by-and-large reverted to where things were before by now, which is... not good. Nor is the fact that there are workmen in the upstairs bathroom and lounge on account of a pipe which burst earlier in the week, destroying the lounge ceiling beneath the bathroom, so there's a hell of a lot of banging going on and again, sadly not in the depraved & debauched birthday celebrations sense! And on that charming note, I shall flee!
Apparently I'm embracing this frail dotage I now find myself in, as I'm currently sitting here listening to the "Angel : The Series" soundtrack on repeat and whilst my birthday falls on a Friday this year, my plans for later on seem to mostly include reading Buffy fanfic (distressingly enough, sappy Buffy/Willow seems to be the order of the day - oh, and if anyone happens to know of decent fic repositories including said pairing, links make an awesome birthday present...!), Glee fanfic (...) and possibly some Doctor Who/Firefly crossover fics (finally, stories I don't feel I have to apologise over for reading!), watching some Buffy and listening to the Rolling Stones.
Yup, I seem to be reacting to the fact of my new decrepitude by hiding the hell away in as many fandoms as humanly possible, which given that once upon a time I would have been expected to react to a day like this with a veritable avalanche of partying is probably more than a little sad.
As for my 20s... yeah, there was definitely plenty of good stuff which I wouldn't trade for anything, but overall I have to come to the conclusion that they were rather a festering pile of shite on the whole, so I suppose... alright, I'm not gonna all but beg fate to slap me about by saying that my 30s can only be an improvement, but shall just quietly cross my fingers on that front.
Anyway, regarding other stuff, the less said is probably best... what's that I hear you saying? Those sentiments cover the stuff I wrote before as well? Okay, you may have a point! My grandfather had the first of his cardiac procedures the other month, which led to improvements for a while, though they have apparently by-and-large reverted to where things were before by now, which is... not good. Nor is the fact that there are workmen in the upstairs bathroom and lounge on account of a pipe which burst earlier in the week, destroying the lounge ceiling beneath the bathroom, so there's a hell of a lot of banging going on and again, sadly not in the depraved & debauched birthday celebrations sense! And on that charming note, I shall flee!

