Well the 18th was my birthday and i’m officially a quarter of a century old. Do i feel different? No. I’m still poor.
My favorite thing people said when i told them it was my birthday was “really? is it really your birthday?” Are there really that many people lying about their birthday’s. I mean i know some people do it to get a free meal or a drink here and there, but do they go up to their close friends and say “It my birthday! Haha I’m joking! I’m a trickster! I totally fooled you! Even though I’m a close friend of yours I just gave you reason to never trust me about anything more important! And seeing how a birhday is really insignificant, you can’t expect me to be honest about anything! MWAH HAHAHAHA! I’m an ingenious rapscallion”
People asked me what i wanted for my birthday, i just made it into a grocery list. “What do i want? Hmm, some paper towels would be nice. And some toilet paper. And maybe a few cans of Campbell’s Chunky Soup. No, you know what? Its my birthday: i’m gonna be fancy. Campbell’s Select.”
I’m now in my hometown of Las Vegas, NV chillin with my Mom, Grandma, Step-Grandma, and Step-Dad. Most importantly though, I’m around my little sisters whom I adore. At least for the first few days. Its amazing how you could miss someone and not see them for 6 months, but once you do you’re done with it in about 2 days of screaming and jumping. And by you, I mean me.
More later on my travels and also the story of the flight into Vegas sitting next to annoying tourists that made me feel nice and racist.