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Today is the last day of my 22nd year. Tomorrow morining I will wake up and be 23.

Not such a big birthday... but it's still another year that I've been here.

I dont think that I could have imagined that I would be where I'm at at this time last year.

This time last year I was in Chicago, freezing and going to class. Waiting for the Holidays to go home, see Sara, see Tom.

I was pissed at Jimmy, who was pissed at me about Wicked tickets and giving gifts when we were both poor and unhappy.

This year, I'm in LA. Shiny, sunny LA. Jimmy was here this past weekend, and he got me Wicked tickets to replace last years unused one's... same seats, for New Years Eve.

I cried like a little baby, I was so surprised and so amazed and so in love with the man.


(Thats right, I called him a man.)

Anyway, tomorrow is a new day, a new year in my life and nothing will really change.

It's just going to be me, my Wicked tickets, and some friends from work going to see the Pirate show after work.

I think that is a pretty decent way to usher in the 23rd year of my life.

Pirates, friends, work and knowing that people far away love me... I think that is enough of an accomplishment for any 23 year old.

I'm fine with that.


PS. I miss DX.