The big 29. The last of my twenties is upon me. Today? I have already purchased a ticket to San Francisco for a football game and accomplished not a single fucking thing at work. I think this year I will strive to do a bunch of crazy/stupid shit (okay crazier and more unintelligent shit) as I've done pretty damn well with the sensible crap the past nine years.
I'm off to a running start...
|How to get your checking account frozen one message at a time.|
Sarcasm is truly a gift. Now, I must share this tiny bit of wisdom...
|Age is just a number...|
|...until you turn thirty.|
I am sure that the next year of my life will be an interesting one...that I promise to share.
To my mom and dad doing the deed,
Katie E. Eshelman