So it is now July, which means that one year has passed since last July, which also means that I am aging. Twenty-four days from today I will uphold my yearly tradition of buying a small pice of cake and a can of soda and enjoy them alone by myself. But otherwise, July is the best month of they year. In four days the nation will be lit up with fireworks, except for in Los Angeles were they are illegal (the hell with the law!). Heres to July! (takes drink of Sunny-D)