So recently I found out that I’m a bit more than a month older than Jenna Marbles. I don’t know why, but this makes me feel very weird.
There is something about turning 29 that makes you take stock of your life in a way that you never have before.
Whereas turning 19 was a very much ‘I don’t know what the f*ck I’m doing’ kind of birthday, 29 brings all the confusion of ‘I’m supposed to be an adult by now’ into the mix.
Anyway, you can’t fault Jenna’s logic in this one. I, too, have learned some of the same things in my 29 years.
That, and: Alcoholic spiders (floats for Americans) are never a good idea.
