Monday, June 20
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26 is after 25
[journal] I always write about my birthday. Here's 2004 and 2003. It was so odd reading "I turned 24 this past Sunday." I remember being 24, writing that and now I'm 26. I'm not afraid or unhappy about growing older anymore. I'm finding as I age, I'm changing: the things I like, the way I think, the feelings I have. Growing older for me is refreshing in that sense. I hate the deep annual analyzing, so I'll leave it at that.
It was a cash year, everyone and I mean everyone gave me cash or some form of it: straight hard cash, gift certificate, or paying for lunch/dinner. I don't think I'm that hard to shop for, but I have everything I want. I would have been happy with anything, but I'm not in need of anything.
ps. I stole someone's cake picture (it's my birthday, I'll do what I want to), deleted their name and photoshopped my name in. Just in case you're wondering how awful that cake tasted or why my name is like 3000 meters away from the rest of the lettering.
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