Now that I'm 22

Now that I'm 22

Man, 22 sure is a worthless birthday. I did get brownies for it, though, so cheers to that. There's really no reason to have a birthday if it doesn't mark a milestone, so I'm going to make some up for 22. And so: now that I'm 22, I'm officially allowing myself to grow a mustache (if I want to). Now that I'm 22, I'm allowing myself to spit in public. Now that I'm 22, I'm able to sing and dance in my room with the blinds open and not give a damn (as long as I'm not in my underpants). Etc. I'm sure I'll make more that actually have an impact on my life, so stay tuned.

Is there anything good about 22?

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