the start

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The first thing to wish me a Happy Birthday was an automated e-mail from my favorite ice cream place in Nashville that I signed up for once when I was thinking I would be getting emailed fat coupons on the daily and was unsure of my future in this town and oh, oh my god, here it is, the start to my 26th year of life. (Yes, you guys. By turning 25, I am commencing my 26th year of life. Don't get crazy. No, I'm not 26. No way. I'm not there yet. Don't feel sorry for me yet. Slow down.)