20

I am two decades old. I am two decades young. I don't feel any different than I did at 19. What a tease these numbers can be. One more year and I can be an official legal. There are no boundaries after 21. And what does little old me want to do when I turn the important age that signifies bing drinking and losses of money into coin operated machines? I want to play mother flipping burger BINGO. That's right. Bingo. =)

Besides the craving to legally spend my money hanging with senior citizens; I had an.. ok birthday. It wasn't bad. I did cry and I had my upsetting moments. I had the company of some awesome people. I got a birthday lunch and the greatest gift a computer gamer could want is World of War craft. Yes that is my inner geek showing. honestly don't mind sharing that little piece of me with the world.

I was upset because there were certain people who didn't even wish me a happy birthday. And it stung. Really stung. Like, they mattered a lot to me, but obviously I don't matter to them. Anyways, I'm leaving. Goodnight world