Well, it’s that time of year again… the time when I get all depressed, knowing that the prior year was wasted away by doing next to nothing. It’s also the time when I get to eat a super yummy cake.

Today, I turned 21. The wonderful age of booze and…. ┬ánope, that’s pretty much it, and that rule only applies if I live in America, which I don’t, so…

Being 21 is going to really freakin’ suck! Seriously, the hell is so special about this obnoxious year?