Am I old?

Am I? You can be honest.
I know that in ten years I will look back in disgust at my poor attitude towards the end of my 20's, but STILL. Do I look like this?

I said, be honest.
Do I have a perm and white hair and am just unaware?

Do I watch Wheel of Fortune with the volume turned way up and I just don't realize it?

This deep introspection regarding age probably has something to do with my birthday coming up this week. I used to love birthdays, reader. And I still do, as long as the specific age/number is not mentioned, a fact which is totally RETARDED and don't I know it!

I am hoping that as I get farther and farther away from my 20's, I will just accept it and move on.
I will NOT get botox and plastic surgery (as if I even had the funds) and start to look like some weird alien creature.

Such as:

I'd rather grow older with grace, like Meryl Streep or Helen Mirran or Diane Lane. Granted, those women all have good genes and beautiful faces to begin with, but one can dream. So shut up.

Love, Carolyn