Twenty-five years old. Honestly, I never thought I'd live this long. I figured i would get hit by a car or something. Ten years ago, i thought that by now i'd be.... hell, doing anything other than the same thing i was doing then. Well, shit happens. In other news, I've been considering reenlisting. Nearly everyone that serves bitches about serving, but its like this big part of your life that you just can't forget or let go. Also, I'm starting to rebuild my social life into a somewhat respectable state. However, I still don't like texting. It seems like a step backwards to me. There are some critical aspects of communication that are left out when texting. Anyway, I'll post at the end of the day, give an account of what my 25th b-day was like. Hopefully it doesn't suck too much.
niobe:
Happy Birthday! 