Twenty-Woo

Yesterday I turned 22 years old. A lot of my friends complain about turning 22, but I don't really mind, it's my favorite number. ALSO,  it sounds less like a lie when I tell people "I'm 22!" than "I'm 21!" when people ask me if I am 15 years old. I got a kindle from my parents, which I love and is almost as dorky as running my own blog. I'm about as cool as "Cathy":

Really, what comic strip was ever worse?

In other monumental news, I am officially moving to Boston memorial day weekend. I'll be moving in with the original BOMO princess, Alaska. This means that I have a whole new city and group of bars to learn, which will be a difficult considering I've lived in the DC metro area my entire life and I constantly take the wrong trains on the metro platforms... ("Dammit this train is going to Federal Triangle...")

Well, gotta go watch Good Will Hunting. Ack! Oreos! Men!