21 Years of Childish Antics

Well, now I'm an adult apparently. 21 years is the arbitrary age where I'm supposed to be able to make all my decisions with reason and logic (but not a day before if you reasonably wanted a beer). Funny thing is, I really rather enjoy being juvenile, and I've gotten pretty good at it over the years. The cartoons are better, there's more candy, and pretend-fighting ninjas will never get old.

So while I may hold a new liscense, I'm pretty sure that today is far less of a transition than it's cracked up to be (unless you are my wallet, in that case be prepared to being empty a lot more when I'm at bars).