Dear Diary,
I just vomited my entire super-high calorie birthday breakfast. This bronchitis is making me cough so much I end up being sick 2-3 times a day. In a way it’s a blessing, considering the amount of food I gulp down and as I start work in 2 weeks I cannot look like a whale.

So I’m 30 years old. It’s ok after all. Nothing happened when I looked in the mirror. No new grey hairs, no new lines, no open pores, my hair is still there, I look good. My Dad called and said I can have a $1000 vacation anywhere I want. We might go to some island. We are bored.

Hey I might make it to 40 after all. I’ll do my best.

My wonderful-wonderful friends all around the world have seen to it that I feel loved and thought of. I’m so grateful for that. Maybe I should go buy a birthday cake.

Marisha has given birth to a girl last night one day before my birthday. The bitch; she did it on purpose so that I wouldn’t be sharing the same birthday as her kid hehehe YAY! Marisha has a new kid! AND she’s a Leo! Leos rock.