In a month I'm going to be 25. Geez. Well, I'm not where I'd thought I would be in my life at that age (a fabulous multi-millionare), but I'm doing pretty well for myself so far. I don't know why the thought of my birthday is freaking me out though.
Hey, someone emailed me saying that I should have had an amazon wishlist up before my b-day. I didn't even think about before but I guess I can just link it now. Feed my artistic materialism!