Now I am 24 years of age. Funny, I thought I was turning 25. I am bad at counting. REAL bad. I would make an awful cashier.
Well despite Saturday night resulting in in some drama that bugged me till this morning, I'm doing pretty good right now. A decent day of birth. I got a small cake, my parents went out to dinner with me and we went around a little bit just to look around for the hell of it.
But still have nothing on my birthday list. I have no desire! ...sorta. I remember back in the day when my Birthday came around and I was excited to get something new. Nowadays I can't imagine doing that. Guess thats part of growing up.
A lot of people wished me a happy birthday. Thanks everyone! Its nice to get a lot of good wishes and stuff.