It feels like just yesterday I was still on my parent's insurance

...because I was.

Assessing the past year is not really necessary. And I won't say that "this year's gonna be a big one" because I'll end up getting mauled by a bear on 490 or something. But I can say this: From morph suits to fro yo surprises...it was a great birthday, thanks to wonderful friends and family.

I've been well advised that 26 is NOT 25. And things that I could get away with at 25 are neither cute nor funny at 26.  It's like pulling up MSN.com and reading another headline about another teacher's sex pics or video about cats.  It's old and kind of gross.

This is probably a good time to tell you: I'm letting myself go.

That's right. Hanging up the ho-heels. Buttoning it up, bitches.

But let my half-assed proclamation of self-righteousness include a disclaimer/mantra - that one must be a 'lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets' (much love, Ludacris).