Portland newsweekly Just Out put my face in the “O” on the cover of their paper this week just above my favorite slutty homegurl clownz Chi Chi & Chonga.
On page 2 it reads:
“Dear Logan Lynn,
We hear it’s your birthday. That means you get to be this issue’s “O” boy. Lucky, lucky you.
xoxo
Just Out”
Cute, huh? I love Portland…
Check it out:
Today is my birthday. In fact, I’m turning 31 while I type this. I can’t believe how old I used to think 31 was. As it turns out, it’s not very old at all. I suppose we can just add that to the enormous pile of things I’ve been completely wrong about in my years on this earth. As giant mistake piles go, it’s impressive.
Last year I wrote some super intense, late-night bullshit about turning 30 because I had worked myself up into a tizzy about where I was at in my life…and where I was headed. In the 12 months since, I have worked tirelessly to disintegrate the life I was upset about and as a result I think I’m actually going to enjoy my birthday this year.
Things are good for the first time in a really long time. Thanks for all the love, folks.
The end.
