On Wednesday, I will be entering my 25th year of life. By turning 24. That's how it works, right?
I will celebrate by trying to embrace the je ne sais quoi of Marilyn and taking the day off work to climb a sand hill in Manhattan Beach, find a lovely birthday outfit and of course, get the nails done. Then dinner at Mao's in Venice and obviously, Wednesday night grooving at Backstage with my loved ones.
I'm a pretty lucky girl, I'd say.