I hate it when people do this, but whatever! It's my birthday! I'm 22 years old now. Yayayayayayayayay! Not that ANY of this matters because I still can't rent a car from an airport and my car insurance still sucks. Oh well. Now I have a reason to eat cake!!
It feels weird saying that I'm 22, though. 'Cause I got so used to saying that I was 21, obviously since I've been saying that for the past year. But 21 is a milestone, y'know...you can go out and get sloshed at a bar if you want and not get in trouble for it. But 22? There's really not a lot goin' on here. And it just makes me feel weird. Hmm. Hopefully I'll get over this.
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