It's 2 A.M. and I'm sitting here just surfing the interwebs because I can't go to sleep and I'm too tired to read my Erikson book... and I feel like an Amstel because they made it look so damn sexy on that ad on TV when I was watching Snakes on a Plane with my mom and sister. Sigh.
Anyhow, I'm 23!!! This is only setting in now. I should go out and do something 23-ish to celebrate, like get a job that pays me four times the amount of money my current job is or become a Saint and make a difference in the world... or I can go out and get smashed on Amstel and pink girly drinks (which I've come to love).
Okay, I'm really tired... but I'm 23 and I have a feeling that 23 is the turning point in mine, my family, friends and random homeless dudes' lives. Let's rock this.
Later.
