So yesterday I became a 25-year-old human. I cycled around an abandoned airport with Jon, consumed the most delicious peanut butter ice cream ever, ate a curry and a kebab (because I can), shuffled awkwardly to Seams, and drank a very un-zombie-like ‘zombie’ cocktail (see picture).
On the way home last night I saw some weird street art. I think it’s going to give me nightmares.
Being 25 is okay.
P.S. I made a charity: water page to celebrate my birthday. So, if you want to… $$$.