My birthday is coming up next week. And no this blog is not to serve as a reminder. Although if you forget, I will probably be mad. Regardless, next week I'm turning 29. Which is seriously ridiculous. Because 29 is basically 30. And 30 is well, (I know I'll offend people for this one) OLD. How am I old? I still live at home and my mom pays my cell phone bill. I wear sweatshirts that say "Like A Boss" and am having a hard time throwing out my Guitar Hero.
Are these things a 29-year-old says?
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