So, I’ll be 29 on Friday. When people find out my age they’re usually like “Whaat? I thought you were like… 19!”

Here’s what I looked like when I was actually 19 ten years ago:

Sorry about how dumb this picture looks (I can’t find another one), back then I had to wait til I got my disposable camera pictures back from Rite-Aid to see if they looked stupid or not (they did), as opposed to now where I have the luxury of a digital camera where I can take and delete a hundred pictures of myself until I get one that doesn’t make me totally hate my face.

This is what I look like now, today:

Half of my face cropped off and making a puppy dog face for consistency. I guess I look basically the same age as 10 years ago. Maybe 30% more sexy though, at least. Sadly, my facial hair has not surpassed slight cheek and chin fuzz. I thought I’d have a full glorious mustache and beard by now, oh well :( Also, I have not gained or lost a pound since then, I’m still 140lbs on the dot. I might be immortal?

I feel very weird about approaching 30. In my head 30 is the age where people think you should have your shit together, and my shit is all over the place so-to-speak. So I guess have about another year left to wrangle all this shit into one pile of togetherness, haha. Woo boy.

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