Part of yo' motha fuckin' world, bitch!

Apparently, I still know all of the lyrics to "Part of Your/That World." (Did you realize it had two titles? Part of your world and part of that world. Seriously. I looked it up. Because I have a wiki-binging problem. Or a binging problem in general. But let's just stick with wiki.) I have to admit that this was maybe the highlight of my day. And I don't find that pathetic at all! I love it when I have eureka moments like that. Especially when they have to do with cheesy songs. It brings me back, whole nostalgia thing.

Which brings me to my next point. (Did I have a point earlier? Didn't think so. But I don't give a fuck.) I recently turned twenty. I am no longer a teenager. And I don't know how to react to it. I typically don't pay my birthdays much regard. They're so strange anyway. But this year is a little different. I've officially lived two decades and I feel as if I've lived about four-and-a-half. I'm practically an adult. Oh, I know...I'm a young adult, but that's only appropriate in a library. Fuck if I've even ever read young adult fiction.

So the moral of the story is that I'm fucking old!!! And it's actually okay. I think I'm going to be just fine. And either way, I don't give a fuck. Imma have me a drank, belt some shitty or super amazing music, and read me some Audre Lorde. Truth.