An unexamined life.

I'm 23 years old, which means I've reached that point in your life when you actually have to think about how old you are when you try to think about your age. 23, for instance, is a lot harder to remember than 21. 21 is a very exciting age - you're drinking legally, getting into places you were never allowed to go (without forgery) before, and you generally feel like a badass. You're still a kid, but you've got a fucking in to anywhere you'd want to go or anything you'd want to do. 22 is also cool - nice even number, interesting repetition of the numeral 2, still sort of feel like a badass. But by 23, the novelty has worn off. The best you can say is, well, at least I'm still in my early 20's. The problem is, 25 doesn't seem that far off. And 25 seems old.

And I already feel sort of old already. I've sprouted grey hairs. I've had to become really strategic about drinking so that I can get drunk before I get too tired and/or sick to keep drinking. And I keep thinking about major events in my life - having a boyfriend without fear of ending up married, looking good in a bikini, maintaining a fresh face - in terms of how much time I'll have left to do them. My youth, in other words, is becoming a very important and limited commodity. I've actually purchased a high-res digital camera so that I can document what I look like while I still look good.

Ok, so I'm kidding about the camera. Kinda.

In any case, I've made a resolution. If these are going to be my last years of qualifying for the Y in YUPpie, then I'm damn well going to remember them. So this is my pledge. Whether it's an essay or a list, a break up or a grocery delivery, I'm going to write down the most interesting part of my day, every day. And I'm going to share it all with you.