I'm twenty tomorrow.
Damn.

I honestly didn't even think I'd make it this far - considering my health, this is a huge accomplishment.

This also means I'm starting on a third decade. That's just mindblowing to me. I'm an adult, kind of, I've got a wonderful mate, amazing friends, and a mother who I'm proud to call my best friend in life. I'm happy, for the most part. I have awesome pets and my own place. Things are pretty good, and I didn't imagine being so well off at twenty.

I'm a bit sad, really, that I won't be a teenager anymore. Think about it - when you're a teenager you can do shit that adults wouldn't even GO near. I can run around with a tail and people are like "man, she's a kid." It's all excusable. You're nineteen with no criminal record? Okay, I won't give you a ticket for sneaking on the train. Oh, you're nineteen? Have this free miniature bottle of booze with your purchase! I don't get to be the good teenager now. I have to be the responsible adult (blech).

On the other hand, shit son, I'm an adult. When people are like "I need an adult!" I can be like FUCK YOU I AM ONE. I can pull seniority. I can walk into my old high school and be like "sup bitches, I'm cooler than all y'alls."

I just wish my dad could have been here. I lost him when I was twelve, and now I'm starting on a new decade without him. Man. Surreal.

Anyway, anyone in Vancouver is more than welcome to come to my birthday dinner this Friday at Red Robin's Metrotown. We're congretating at 7. It'll be rad!