the big two-three


Speaking of growing up, my twenty-third birthday is today. I'm oddly excited. I'm not sure why - - - usually people hate getting older. Must be the happy pills. Or maybe a new year older means a new year of experiences, good and bad. I'm hoping for lots of good and minimal bad. Meaning no [more] breakups, Kerry becomes president and I hit the lottery so I can retire before I even start a career and rainbows sprout up every day everywhere for no reason.

Yeah, that'd be sweet. Yeah I know, some of that isn't reality. A guy can dream though, right?