Today is number 23. I am not 23. I'm nearing the end of my twenties.
And what have I done so far? Traveled just enough to have a burning wanderlust I can't afford to satiate. Surfed the internet. Gotten a college degree in something that interested me and got me to think on different levels. Got married in the sneakiest way possible. Made friends. Accumulated Stuff. Appeared on TV. Did a
mural that turned out a'ight. Had sex with grrls and bois, sometimes at the same time. Wrote some stories. Bent reality. Danced. Kissed. Loved. Laughed and laughed and laughed.
More to come, but I'm glad to remind myself of that much.
Writing's funny. I was sure that was going to be a long whine. But I feel much better than I did ten minutes ago.
And tonight, I'm gonna take a bubblebath. Bubbles!