My salsa dress came in the mail the other day. I'm a little uncomfortable wearing such a scanty amount of fabric, but really, if I can't wear a slutty dress at 36, when can I? When I'm 80?! My friend Brother #2 has been giving me not so subtle hints that NOW is the time to flaunt whatever I got. He suggested I sleep with hot guys (when given the opportunity) because I'll regret it when I'm 80 (I'm not saying I'm taking his philosophy to heart as he is 1) Male and 2) Latino and, therefore, has the attachment capabilities of a melting ice cube).

I never thought about being 80 before, but I also never thought that I'd turn 36...
My friend asked me if I wanted her ticket to see "Wicked" as a birthday present. "It's either that or a vibrator," she said.

I guess things change after 35.

Just for today, I can celebrate turning 36 (which is, actually, on Friday).