So yesterday was my eighteenth birthday, and wow.. There was quite the party for my mother, and brother's friends to come over and enjoy! Not that I'm complaining because some of my friends chose not to come over on their own merit, not that I'll name any names, Connor, but I felt a little alone with a big crowd of people I didn't really know that well. Though there were few people that I did know, it was still a fun celebration and I am thankful for everything that everyone that came did for me.
On the flip-side of all of this, never before have I encountered more drunk people shouting about how I'm now 'legal' and I need to join them at the titty bars for what my brother referred too several times, and so tactfully as "a pap-smear on my face." I'm not really sure how to feel about that situation, other then the fact that I get free strippers sooner or later, which is okay I suppose, but my brother and his friends are not the people I would like to go anywhere with, ever. They're the kind of people that get a friend really drunk then leave him at the bar to stumble around and make a fool of himself in front of everyone until closing time when he must shamefully stagger home. Either way I'm not looking too forward to going to an establishment referred too as Jiggles, though I'm not sure that's the real name, for fear of having an erection in front of strangers, and having to wash crabs out of my eyebrows, not that the two are related, or synonymous.. At least I hope.
Anyways I have some cool pictures I might slap up on here in a separate post, and there's even one of me holding a knife as menacingly as possible, though menacing for me, looks a little silly.. But it doesn't matter anymore! Because I'm now street legal, and I have rights! Time to go buy cigarettes, porn, guns and whatever else you can buy when you're eighteen!
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