22

Okay, so today is my 22nd birthday. I'm surprised I even made it this far. 21 was rough...surgeries and whatnot. But what I've learned is that death is around the corner. Anything can happen at any moment. You could die before you even finish reading this blog. Like right now, you could just have a colon implosion. For serious.

It really feels like yesterday that I was running around San Malo Apartments with Adil or spitting sick freestyles with Kurdi or spending my weekends with Jessica Alba or hooping every Friday at Joyal's house. I miss those days.

Anyways, I realized there's a lot things in my life I've never done. So I've decided I'm going to set some goals for Year 22.

-discover the world's first sane woman
-save the world from Haseeb
-release a mixtape called "The Colonic"
-climb a mountain...no better yet, I wanna climb a Panjabi
-convert someone to Scientology
-unwatch two seasons of Grey's Anatomy
-fulfill the vision set forth by Young Money's "Every Girl"
-find the female version of this Imran Abbas guy that's making all these hijabs fall off
-find the long-lost Abil (think about it for a second, you'll get it)

Let's check back in a year and see how many of these I get done.