So, I suppose I will start off this week's post briefly discussing, as my friend A.J. so eloquently put today, the celebration of my mortality.
I turned 24 this past Saturday. Now, 24 isn't one of those birthdays that marks anything. But seriously, let's face it. Nothing good is really marked after 21. I mean, at 25 I'll be able to rent a car
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