Today I turn twenty-two. The big deuce deuce. Doesn't that sound like a bathroom trip you really don't want to take? This is the most anti-climatic birthday to date. It's like after you turn 21 there's almost no point...until you're 30 because then you better be getting drunker than that first time you drank freshman year in high school, to be cool, and threw up all over yourself in front of the juniors, who took pictures of you and laughed. Oh...yea that happened to someone else I know...anyways...
Dear Jill,
Happy Birthday! You're #1 in my book!
I hope you have the most fantastic day possible!
I'll be rooting for you!
Love Yourself,
Jill
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