I stand by the notion that the mid-thirties end after 39. I’m in my mid-thirties. I read the literary equivalent of CSI. I never watch anything that could be considered ‘a triumph of the human spirit’. I love pie. I cook, hate to clean, love to nap and need to be reminded by my kidneys to have a glass of water.
I will overshare, make sweeping political statements, paint my nails twice in one day, wear lots of black, wish Tim Gunn were my uncle and hope my kids forget this page exists.
Secretly I love Sandra Bullock movies and wish I were Meg Ryan from the mid-90’s, but with Minnie Driver’s hair.
John Cusack is my libertarian boyfriend.