Tomorrow is my birthday. True story. When people ask me how old I'm turning, I've been telling them, "21...again."
It's not that I have any problem with my age. For some reason, I actually have less qualms about the age I'm turning than other ages I've turned. I think it's just amusing for me to maintain that air of mystery (which I don't think I normally do).
"How old are you turning?"
"Twenty-one...again."
"Oh And how many times have you turned twenty-one before?"
"...At least once." :D
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