My birthday is quickly approaching. I'll be 24 on the 24th. It's a little disheartening to think that I'm almost a quarter of a century old. I know, I know, it could be worse. I'm still young. Blah blah blah. Shut up and let me bitch. Anyway, I'm hosting a Roaring Twenties party to celebrate. It should be a lot of fun. And I get to dress up!

I've also made the switch to cloth diapers. It wasn't a choice, but more a necessity. My poor baby has the most sensitive skin I've ever seen. After trying every brand of disposable, I have finally accepted defeat. Actually, I'm rather enjoying the cloth diapers. They're cute and they're saving me a ton of money. I even purchased some material so I could try sewing my own. We'll see how that goes.

Tomorrow, the hair gets chopped. I can't stand it anymore! I need short hair in my life. I also bought the best. shirt. ever.