Soooo…I’m not one to really worry about getting older and what-not. I don’t feel old. I don’t even look old enough to be a teenager. I’m not upset that I am almost 30. Things like this, don’t phase me. At least, not yet.
But, with my 27th birthday being tomorrow and all…I was just wondering….
Why on Earth did I have to realize for the first time EVER, that I have permanent wrinkles on my forehead, TODAY?! Why couldn’t I have continued to look that over until Wednesday?
Now I have something to associate being almost 30 with. That’s crap. Lmao
The Memoirs of Tiffani 
They’re not wrinkles, they’re expressions.
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