i've been 30 for a month and this is what i know:

• i'm dating a piano named lester.
• my saturday is a monday and my monday is a friday disguised as a tuesday.
• i signed up to train to counsel grieving kids.
• i just want to paint til i die. 
• everybody is pregnant. 
• waiting around for your old friends to get less shitty is shittier than actively making new friends.
• i rule at beer pong.
• "balls" has become my latest favorite curse word.
• i'm gearing up to make some big fucking waves. 
• i only have to pretend two days a week. 
• thoughts become things.