30 doesn't suck, life does ... well, okay not really

I've been a bad, bad girl.  I haven't been on here in ages.  There is a lot to catch up on.  First of all, I turned fucking 30.  Thirty!  Thirty means never having to say you're sorry. What do I have to show for it?  Not a kid, not a boyfriend or a husband.  Not a career.  All I have is a fucking fake ex-boyfriend with a history of pain, nostalgia, diseased love and what could have been.  Well, its time to shit or get off the pot.  2009 is the year of making dreams a reality.  Jeezus, this is redic.