23

Another year older, and the only thing I've noticed that's changed is that I have way less tolerance for skinny girls who can't hold their liquor.

I turn 23 tomorrow. It seems to me the birthdays between 21 and 25 are sort of uninspiring. 21 means you can legally drink. But 23? Well... according to a Blink 182 song, Nobody likes you when you're 23. So that's something to look forward to.

This weekend, I saw my brother, saw my father, went to a haunted house in the suburbs, watched The Devil's Rejects and slept everywhere but my own bed, and hung out with an interesting mix of old skool and new skool friends. Spent a lot of time under some sort of influence.

I feel about 10x better than I did this time last year. At least that's something.

On a Scale from 1 to Bitter: vague and zombie-like
1-800-Bitterness.com Radio: Straylight Run - It's For The Best
1-800-Bitterness.com Reading List: The Fuck-Up by Arthur Nersesian