Sitting at a Quarter of a Century

Today is my 25th birthday.  Not trying to trawl for birthday wishes or anything, mostly just informative.  Why? Because we're blogbros.    I'm pretty sure we all started these blogs for the same reason.  And we're still doing it.  And in my case at least, the reason why I started it has slipped through to the wayside.  Which is life.  It's been months, and I'm still moving this blog forward one post at a time.  And you guys are still reading, and still commenting, and for that, I say thank you.  Thank you for reading my self-deprecating rants.  Thank you for listening to my problems, for being my sounding board because if I told some of this stuff to my IRL friends it would be awkward for a while.

Now that I have said that, I'm going to get out of bed and eat me some food.  Then, I'm going to continue my birthday tradition of buying a bottle of birthday scotch and drinking the shit out of it.  Started my 21st birthday.  The week before, I had won like 500 bucks with a scratch-off ticket, coincidentally the first one I bought since my 18th birthday.  That morning, went out, bought a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label.  Amazing.  Every year since, I buy a bottle of scotch on my birthday.  That was the first and only time I drank Blue Label.  It lasted me for seven months, because I only had a drink of it as a reward when I did something great.  Every year since then has been Johnny Walker Black Label, but this year, I think I may have to dip down even further.  Like, Clan MacGregor or below.  But I will not break this streak.