Being Old

It is my 23 birthday today. I spent it mostly working on The American Observer and eating Mexican food with my awesome D.C. friends. Woopee.

My parents called to say I was no longer their little girl. My college friends called to tell me I was officially an “adult.” My grad school friend, who’s older, told me “congratulations, you’ve reached the downward slope.”

My brother just told me I’m getting closer to 30. Yikes.

I’ll pop in some Blink 182 and study for my midterm. Be jealous.

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