exning

11 more days til my birthday and I'll be the big 22. I'm pretty happy I survived the year, considering I enjoy my drinking. I drank in downtown San Jose where I use to live, in my apartment with strangers, at resturants legally, mexicali with my best friends, and back home in canals and random houses. I bought booze for minors, complained to a bartender about my life, and spent many nights holding a bottle in my hand after breakups. Now what other birthdays do I have to look foward to?? Certainly not this one, although it is another spectacular year. At age 25, you get to rent a car I think. Age 27 is the official test if white lighters really do kill you. But that's about it. Anyways! Heres to my birthday in 1.5 weeks, off to work.