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So my birthday was last week. I'm an anti-climactic 22. I thought it'd be the lamest birthday age ever, but it turns out that that award goes to 19. Still a teenager, no new privileges, and two years short of drinking. 20 is cool because you're no longer a teen, and therefore are allowed to stop taking offense at the stupid generalizations people try to make about everyone older than 12 and younger than 20. 22 would seem to suck at first, following on the footsteps of 21, which is only rivaled in coolness by 16 and 18. Being a person who votes and doesn't drive, 18 was of significantly more interest to me than 16. At 17 I almost wished I'd been arrested for something so that my record could be locked away, but it wasn't quite worth going out and mugging someone the night before. Anyway, 22 is cool because now you get to be nonchalant about drinking. It's like the indie kid of the early to mid twenties. Oh, beer? Yeah sure I guess. No biggie. The current coolest present is the T-shirt I got from Skeefe. Many of you will see me wearing it around campus, but for those of you who live far away I will post a picture. Sadly there is no picture of me in the t-shirt, but this is close enough. Just imagine the wearer hotter, more photogenic, and filling out the shirt more pleasingly. Also, I layer.
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i covet that shirt.
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