All right! 22! Yeah! Woo....hoo.....?

I have officially entered the realm of non-important birthdays. The days of really really looking forward to every birthday probably end when you're 18...at the latest. Then after that you just gear up to the big 2-1. And then...well, nothing special except those semi-depressing decade milestones. 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90....eh.

I think we need to disperse our happy milestone birthday years. Like, say at the age of 34 you get a free trip to Tahiti or something.

At least 22 is a cool looking number.