Just a quick, gratuitous(sic), self-serving mention of the fact that, as of 2:59 this morning EST, I turned 25 
I gotta say...doesn't feel a whole lot different than 24, but it does mean that my allowable window of time for still living with my grandparents without it being pathetic or worrisome to women who read about serial killers who also live with parents and/or relatives is down to five years, when I turn thirty. I pray I win the lottery between now and then 
Anyway, send your cash gifts to the following address, and I will try and respond with a hearty thanks and a collectable lock of my pubic hair for your time:
The Trevor Seigler Memorial Retirement Fund and Cure for Herpes, 114 West Cracker Barrel Highway, Just Off the Overpass Near the New Wal-Mart, Shittytown, SC (USA)
Remember, I won't pay for postage, that's up to you 
25 in south carolina? 
get the hell outta there!
