Wrinkles Suck

It's my birthday! Yay. I'm 23, and it's definitely the mid-twenties. And not because stupid Jessica Simpson said so on her 23rd birthday. It's true, and it bums me out. I haven't been to Thursday night quarter draws at Harpo's for a year. I haven't had Pokey Sticks at 3 a.m. for a year. I haven't belted out dirty sorority songs for a year. And it sucks. Only a little.

Note to self: Don't write about Dave.