Piercing or Tattoo or What Would You Do?

24 and a half years ago, I was born. When I looked back, some really bad things happened in May 1985 from a record number of tornadoes to a cyclone killing 10,000 in Bangladesh. Some good stuff happened too like Madonna's "Crazy For You" being #1 (ok, so I really don't know this song, but it sounds good) and Micheal Jordan was named NBA "Rookie of the Year", but most importantly (***sounds trumpets***) I WAS BORN!!!

Time really flew and I grew up fast. I lived a really, really, really, really, really, really crazy life (yes, that many really's). I learned a lot of lessons waaaaaay before a child should have to and forced to move through life skipping chapters and missing out on a lot from growing up so fast. I thought I had seen, done, been through and survived so much that by 17 I thought 25 was old. For real, my rationing was that by 25 you should be buying your first house, already married or looking to get married, established in your career field and ready to start getting old. I swear 25 was like middle age to me.

I believed this until about 2-4 months ago somebody asked me how old I was and I said 23. Then whoever I was with said, "No, bitch you 24 now. Yea, you getting up there!" And like a dagger through my heart, my stomach fell, shoulders humped, jaw dropped, eyes popped and I realized...I am getting old. So I've been slumping around town about being 25 in six months and getting the *girl, get yo' ass outta here* side eye from everybody.

The consensus seems to be that 25 is the best age to be. Right in the middle of life where you have (or should have) learned most of life's lesson and be in a great position to secure the future of your dreams. 25 is the age where you are definitely no longer a kid and getting ready to mark your place firmly in Adulthood or Aintshitnessville. Best of all, 25 is the around the age of a woman's sexual peak (yes, I'm very excited about this)!!!

So now, after being reassured that there's lots more life to live and I don't have put a pair of reader's and a cane on my Christmas list, I have to decide what to do to document the occasion. Since I've considered myself an "adult" I have always did something monumental (at least for me) on every major birthday:


16- Lost my virginity (yea, I was trying to make it like a movie but it was anything but. That's a whole 'notha story though)

18- Went to prom (yes, senior prom was on my birthday. I thought I was the shit!) and got my tongue pierced with Brittany

21- Had Malik ( or was preggers at least. I didn't plan it that way, but that's how it was and it was pretty monumental.) and went to go see Gucci Mane (FREE GUCCI!) perform my all time Gucci favorite "Go 'Head" (or "Shorty Got A Ass On Her" for those of you who make up song titles) with Michelle and some other girl.

It's only been 3 birthdays but I'd like to "keep the party going" and continue with the tradition at 25 and I don't know what to do to mark me being a quarter of a century old. I guess 25 does sound old when you put it like that but that's my point. 25 is old and young and I am right where I should be. So I want to do something extra stupid crazy to mark the occasion.

I was thinking something like a tatoo or another piercing since I'm so over my tongue ring...Maybe go somewhere I haven't been yet like NY/LA...Cut all my hair off...See that last one is a NO GO! I can't do something crazy like rock a effin low cut! No offense to the low cut women of the world, I just know my head and a low cut is like fat people in little cars. JUST WRONG! So this is a plea to all of my innanet friends worldwide, older and younger than 25. What should I do for my 25th birthday????