Last night my teenage years came to a close with laughter, cupcakes on fire (literally) and accidentally setting off the smoke alarm in my shoebox-size apartment. Talk about going out with a bang, right? Well, actually, it was more like an eardrum-splitting beep at 12:30 AM. Yeah, I’m pretty sure my neighbors secretly hate me.
In the morning, Day 1 of being twenty, I wake up at eight or maybe nine, hair matted with frosting and a streak of blue candle wax down the length of my leg. I spend a second or two contemplating how my hair smells good enough to eat, roll over and fall back asleep. As you can see I am off to a fantastic start.
Then, a few hours and a handful of cereal later, I think to myself: today I’ll start a blog.
