Happy Birthday to me

I'm (almost) 24 today and really its ok. I mean, it's not like that means I'll 25 in ONE YEAR. I'm not worried about that or anything.

But you know, just in case 25 comes after 24...what does being almost 25 mean?

Do I have to stop watching the OC, Real World and Mean Girls? Is it wrong that I only waited until 9:55 p.m. the night before my birthday to open my present my mom snuck in my bags? (In my defense, it was already my birthday on the east coast, so there.) And that I only achieved that degree of self control because I hid them in the living room when I got back from Christmas break?

Do I have to stop wearing mini-skirts and sex-me boots? Do I not buy anything at Forever 21 for a night out? Because let me tell you, that will be a huge blow to my self-confidence. Will this be the year that all my friends get engaged and/or preggers and I have a mini-meltdown?

Does this mean I can never play with make-up again or get another tattoo?

Is this the point when I no longer look like I'm playing dress-up when I put on a suit?

Yikes, I think too much. I'll worry about this when I turn 25, but that's not going to happen for another few years.

Anyway, 24 years ago, my mother had me:

And now, she is still giving me ridiculously awesome birthday goodies:

Sorry for the crappy pic, but I now own each season of SATC. Yay! Ironic how I fear getting old, but one of my fave shows is about "older" women.

As long as I'm not too old for awesome birthday presents from mom, all is well. Happy birthday to me!

Ps: I'm aware that my birthday is on Friday the 13th, I consider that a lucky day.