Today, I officially exit my "early twenties" and enter the perilous "mid-twenties." I am 24. This means I can no longer blame ignorance or poor decisions on youth. I'm happy to report that at 24, I've had a few adult accomplishments. For instance, I did my taxes, successfully navigated the DMV, joined the world of smart phones, and -- after 2 years of living in the same apartment -- purchased furniture. My one regret is... not listening to to Blink 182's "What's My Age Again?" enough during the past year (for its numerous references to 23, obviously). So here goes a few more rounds before the day is done.