In a few hours, I'll be twenty-eight. And, according to this Wikipedia article, twenty-eight is the natural number following twenty-seven and preceding twenty-nine. Yeah... it's such a deep and profound fact, it has just made my age so much more interesting that I wish I could stay twenty-eight for the rest of my life. But honestly, if were to choose which age I'd like to be stuck in, I'd choose to be seventeen. Man... those were the angriest days of my life.
Normally, most people write reflective blog posts during birthdays. You know... enumerating "significant" events of the past year and then, topping them of with pretentious realizations hoping that people reading them would give out affirmative sighs in unison and go "awwwwww". But that's just boring and... icky. Yeah, "icky". Removing nasal hair would be more fun than doing just that.
SO... here's to the first day of being twenty-eight years old, the age following twenty-seven and the age preceding twenty-nine. Because, really... that's just what it is.
Normally, most people write reflective blog posts during birthdays. You know... enumerating "significant" events of the past year and then, topping them of with pretentious realizations hoping that people reading them would give out affirmative sighs in unison and go "awwwwww". But that's just boring and... icky. Yeah, "icky". Removing nasal hair would be more fun than doing just that.
SO... here's to the first day of being twenty-eight years old, the age following twenty-seven and the age preceding twenty-nine. Because, really... that's just what it is.
