remember when 21 years was old???

If you've been following me on Twitter, you'll know that I've spent the last few days of 2009 in Orlando, celebrating the last of this godforsaken decade at the happiest place on Earth (or so Disney claims). A significant amount of memories were made on this trip, including but not restricting the fact that at some point I was running around the suburbs of Orlando and ended up at the door of a psychic who told me that I was going to be married in the next six years to a man whose name starts with an "R." I don't know anybody whose name starts with an R, which means that from now until the next 6 years, I'm going to flip out whenever I meet a man named R---.

But beyond all that, the highlight of the trip had to be watching a 3 year-old boy throw a tantrum in the middle of a bathroom at Magic Kingdom because he didn't get to flush the toilet. It was disgusting and hilarious to watch him plop down in the middle of a pile of discarded toilet paper.