Hi, I’m Alex. I’m twenty one years old and faking my way through adulthood.
When I drink whiskey, I reminisce over sad country songs. When I drink tequila, I sin all night long.
I stopped smoking cigarettes. Again.
I fell in love with a woman who looks at me like I put the stars in the sky.
My credit score has increased drastically…humble brag.
I went on my first deployment. I spent six months in Japan and still don’t know how to use chopsticks.
I now have six tattoos, two from across the world.
Anti-depressants saved my life.
The only things I truly like about myself are my eyelashes, tattoos, and hand veins.
I realized I was getting older when I had my first hangover.
I really realized I was getting older when I started getting more and more gray hairs. People tell me that they are “generously peppered.” Ouch.
My to-do list tends to spill into the next week, every week.
I love Zach Bryan, curly fries, and the ocean. In that order.
There’s a stack of books on my nightstand that just collects dust.
Sometimes when I’m bored I’ll walk around the grocery store.
I hate lavender, math, and slow drivers in the passing lane. In no particular order.
Sundays are reserved for early morning drives and hot coffee.
I cry every time I watch The Notebook, sunsets, and go to art museums.
Sunflowers make me happy.
The idea of life after the military scares me.
I truly have no idea what I’m doing. I just cross my fingers and hope for the best.
I’m Alex and this is 21.