Twenty-four has been unexpectedly great, so far. Best birthday too, which normally isn't the trend. It could turn on me any second, or it could be the year like the elderly say it will be. I got my second write up at work for coming in fifty minutes late and took it like a champ. There's cash saved for the apartment, and enough left over for Coachella. My mind is focused (sort-of) on getting the hell out of hunter and off to more adult sounding things like Spain. My serotonin is off the charts and reconnections = :).
I need to stop before sound more insane.
Do I sound crazy yet???
P.s. I need to start taking photos again. It's been two months too many.