Twenty-three

Hello interwebz. It's been a while. Last you saw me, I was a poor, unassuming, and ignorant child of 22. Since then I have blossomed into a mature, well-versed, 23-year-old woman of the world, my sage brain swimming with poetic musings and grand ideas. No longer do I wallow in the darkness of adolescent shenanigans, friends.

I meant to write a "birthday post," and I know I'm like five days late on it, but better late than never! I guess that'll be the mantra this year. Work? Better late than never! The rent? Better late than never! Taxes? Better late than never! My period? ....

My friend Aviva gave an update on her blog about things she lost and gained betwixt her very lamentable absence from the world wide web, so in the form of both a good friend and a noble blogger, I'm going to copy her.

WHAT I LOST THIS YEAR:

1. A job

2. An apartment

3. My iPod

4. My patience

5. Two roommates

6. Really cute platform sandles

7. A game of drunk Scattergories (never forget...)

WHAT I GAINED THIS YEAR:

1. A better job

2. A better apartment

3. A new iPod

4. The iPod I thought I lost

5. 15 pounds

6. A puppy, sort of

7. My voice

8. Aviva's watch

I guess I'll revisit the lists as I think of things, but that's the gist of it all, I suppose.

And since this is a birthday post, I'd like to wish the following "birthday buddies" a very blessed belated: Andre Agassi, Master P, Uma Thurman, Michelle Pfiefer, Jerry Seinfeld, Duke Ellington, William Randolph Hearst, and my personal favorite, Bernard Madoff.  Also, happy anniversary to Adolph Hitler and Eva Braun, and also to the LA Riots of 1992.  Great date, that April 29th.