Happy birthday to me

Apparently, I'm 24. Jesus, that makes me feel old. Does this make me mid-twenties? Am I in a new age bracket? Should I be trying for responsible adulthood? I think that being an adult should come with an instruction manual. Of course, I thought the same thing of being a teenager and wow, trying to make Seventeen magazine that manual is a really terrible idea.

I nearly escaped unscathed from today but then someone remembered and meddled. I shall have revenge. It was a very nice cake.

I'm thinking about goals for the year ahead. I've only got one year before my quarter-life crisis...maybe it's time for something new. Just something to think about.

(I'm babbling so I'm going to cut this entry off here. Last minute Thanksgiving requests go in the comments. Speak now or forever hold your peace.)