23 FOR 23, PART I.
In 23 days, I turn 23. Like men and maraschino cherries in my alcoholic, vodka-based drink, I have always had a thing for turning a year older. I’d rather not ramble about my issues (because really, there is nothing more attractive than seeing an insipid almost-23-year old girl launch into a lengthy monologue about her imaginary growing pains) and how— despite finding myself in a fulfilling and emotionally-satisfying relationship— I still have my insecurities about people taking me seriously…
I think I just lost my train of thought. Let’s try that one more time without the digressions.
I’d rather not ramble about my issues and how— despite finding myself in a fulfilling and emotionally-satisfying relationship— I still have my insecurities about people taking me seriously. So instead of going into that, what I’ll do is post one birthday-related entry a day for the next 23 days (yes, this is also me boosting author-based activity in this blog). Thus, 23 for 23. These entries may be part of a birthday wishlist, a realization, a random thought or observation, memories from birthdays past…anything. OMG, I just cringed at how cheesy I am sounding right now.
So to start the list! Something from my wishlist:

Little Jenny Humphrey to go down. Blair Waldorf For The Mother Fucking Win. Yo, Gossip Girl writers! Heed this fan girl’s birthday wish, plz.
















Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 



