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And here I am, another year older! Honestly, if you had asked me how old I was in the past couple of months, I most likely told you 28. There for a little while I really thought I was 28... I'm telling you, 27 is kind of a strange age. Maybe that's just me. Here we go! Creepin' toward the end of my twenties! Let's see what this year has in store for me.
One of the only traditions I've kept up... urban typography on my birthday! Here's 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, and 27!