"Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three"
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I've always wanted to sing that song by Blink-182 and I have finally gotten tot he age where I can. Today I am officially 23 years old. And I woke up this morning to my loving husband saying "Happy birthday, you are now one year closer to 30". Just what I wanted to hear. Normally I am obsessed with my birthday and super excited to celebrate but this year I haven't really cared all that much. Even when I am going to dinner or something to celebrate with family or friends. I am just not as in to it I guess. Too old to care I guess. But none the less this year has been great. I have recieved alot of love and have been given alot of really nice gifts from family and friends. The girls at work really spoiled me with custome WSU Toms, and a cookie cake. I was so appreciative of the gifts that they even recieved hugs from me. The Hamiltons took me out to dinner at Fizz Burger and Company and got me a Nook Color while Payden bought me a pink tazer.