Watch Me Turn 30, by Ashley N.
Question of the year: Is spending your late 20s living on South Beach and island-hopping the Caribbean as a career a) every responsible adult's fantasy or b) totally outlandish and ultimately unfulfilling for a semi-responsible adult who still places an abnormally high priority on fun? Perhaps the mere concept of what constitutes adulthood has been distorted due to my surroundings.

Through this blog, I hope to figure out what being "almost 30" really means to me...hopefully, before the big b-day next January.

Thanks goes to Holly C. for, first and foremost, agreeing to go on one of my press trips to the 'burbs of Fort Lauderdale and ultimately passing this site along to me.
the photo for June 24, 2008
DAY 165  |  June 24, 2008

I'm the queen of getting texts from random numbers that aren't meant for me. Here's one of the funnier ones that I got last weekend.

"Wat up old man, no more messenger for me. Got the instinct now iphone killer baby!"

After a few days referring back to this message every time I wanted to laugh, I saw an ad for an "Instinct" and realized it is another company's version of the iphone. I guess I'm not as hip to the latest technology as I pretend to be. Regardless, I still don't know how I feel about being called an old man!

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