and you're the same kinda bad as me.

So another birthday come and gone. Strange that I kind of dread it until it gets here, then get excited against my will, then get depressed about how little I've accomplished in my many 24 years (yeah it's young, but there's so much you can fit into that), how few places I've been. I was talking to a thirteen year old girl the other day and mentioned I haven't been out of the country yet and she gave me the most shocked face. "What??? You haven't at ALL?" No, kid, not even Canada. Shuttup.