I had a first draft of this post, in which I bitched about getting older and everything that goes along with it. When I re-read it, it seemed like a plot outline for an episode of Girls. Truthfully, I might be having some growing pains: much lower alcohol tolerance; inability to operate on little-to-know sleep; bills piling up faster than I can make money; but it could be worse. I could be 20 again.
I turned to old faithful… my Twitter archive (which is thankfully only on my hard drive and no longer on the interwebs). Unfortunately (or fortunately), my early 20s synced up with the launch of Twitter. Literally, the Twitterverse became a thing when I was 20 years old. I sat down with a beer and hand-picked the absolute best tweets from my early 20s to show you (really to show myself), that some things get better with age.
I still eat food that might be bad, though.