This is the day. The day I came to you. 25 years past.
So today is my birthday. I'm 25. Exciting, eh? Not really. I'm a quarter of a century old now. Damn. After 21 there's really no significant ages. YOu just get older and older. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to be doing later today. All I've got so far in terms of plans is to go see Serenity (again) and take some new friends, go to Olive Garden for dinner, go out for drinks somewhere, and probably go over to my friends' house to have cake and possibly smoke some weed. I don't get stoned nearly as much as I used to, but it's cool to do now and again. I really just updated to say hello. And things are okay. Things aren't great but they're good enough, you know? I feel like I'm going up and not coming down for once. And it feels great. I don't know where I'm going and I don't know how I'll get there. But I'm okay with that. I think change ic coming and I'm cool with that. So, yeah, I'm hunky dory. And I hope you are too. The sun is coming up and I'm kinda drunk, so I think I should go to bed. Hope everyone is doing well. I'll see you on the other side.