Two. Eight. Twenty-eight. I am twenty-eight today. Well, as of 2:41pm at least.
I fully understand that this isn’t old, but JEEZ.
I know a lot of people use their birthday as a time to wax poetic about what else they want to do with their lives and what not. I’m not going to do that. I’ve had one of the hardest and most wonderful years ever. Overall, things are good. Especially since this time last year I couldn’t even paint my own toenails.
Yes. Things are quite, quite good.
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