I have yet to decide whether or not I will acknowledge my birthday this year. Once again, in the previous year I wasted another 364 days of bullshitting my life away. So the one woman jury is still out on aging 26 years without any decent accomplishments. However, should I decide to become the world's dumbest 26 year old, I am going to celebrate at the most magical place on earth. Two reasons. Reason one, Disneyland has been advertising free admission on your birthday. And no, there is no age limit. (and since the only thing that I have managed to do successfully, is to not become someones baby mama, this will be the only chance or reason I have to go without any children). Reason two, Disneyland is supposed to be the most magical place on earth! Time machines operate off magic. Why wouldn't they have a time machine stashed in the back?
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