As of the twenty-ninth of July I turn twenty-five. Christ I'm not taking this well. People say that age is just a number but I can't just shake this being my quarter of a century birthday. I don't seem to have a direction in life. I've at least moved away from living with family, so I'm not a drain on them, but I haven't landed a job in a year. For two years I attended the University of Illinois on a disabled track scholarship, but by the end of the second year that deteriorated to the point that it stopped being even remotely fun or worth it. So any way, sorry for being emo and being a whiny ***** about this. To superficially add some discussion value: How did any one else deal with turning twenty five?
OT: Damn it captcha, I'm too drunk to accurately quote anything! And seriously, Norwegian cruise lines have food that tastes like shit.
OT: Damn it captcha, I'm too drunk to accurately quote anything! And seriously, Norwegian cruise lines have food that tastes like shit.