Actually, we're down to the last two hours now. Two hours and then I'm 25. A quarter of a century old tomorrow.
I want to have something profound to say about the chunk of time I've spent on this planet. I've got nothing. We all keep getting older...I guess it's something I should get used to.
There's been a lot of celebrating thus far: birthday omelettes, visitors, a fabulous karaoke party in my honor. And tomorrow my Mom and my sisters are coming up for the big day
Today is also, incidentally, my one year anniversary of moving to New York City. This time last year, I was slumped onto this same red couch with two of my best friends and a really strong Austrian, watching Legends of the Hidden Temple for hours and hating our aching muscles. I've made it here for a year. Isn't that amazing?
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25 year olds update their blogs at least once a week. It's not a high standard to live up to, but a standard nonetheless.
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