Welcome to adulthood!
Hey, it's my birthday. And not just any birthday--I'm finally 18.
Tomorrow I might just buy a pack of cigarettes. I've always wanted to try them, and now I'm finally old enough. I've heard they're addictive though, and that they cause all kinds of diseases, so on second thought maybe I won't.
No matter what, I will spend most of the day eating Becca's chocolate pecan pie and enjoying my new espresso machine.
Also, I suppose my days of being statutorily raped are over. Oh, how I'll miss them. On the other hand, I can now look forward to years of being a statutory rapist, and won't that just be sweet.
On the subject of things sexual, a certain someone needs to be in his room more often. A lot more often. Like, specifically when I go over there ready to proposition him. At least his roommate (a.k.a. Arch-nemesis #1) wasn't there either. The situation is getting desperate, however. With only about a week left in the semester, I finally just sent him an email (basically) asking him out. Thankfully I wasn't completely thinking with my dick, or else the line "Besides, it's my birthday goddammit, and I wanna fuck" would have made its way in there at the end.
But man, I'd sell a kidney for some social skills.
Tomorrow I might just buy a pack of cigarettes. I've always wanted to try them, and now I'm finally old enough. I've heard they're addictive though, and that they cause all kinds of diseases, so on second thought maybe I won't.
No matter what, I will spend most of the day eating Becca's chocolate pecan pie and enjoying my new espresso machine.
Also, I suppose my days of being statutorily raped are over. Oh, how I'll miss them. On the other hand, I can now look forward to years of being a statutory rapist, and won't that just be sweet.
On the subject of things sexual, a certain someone needs to be in his room more often. A lot more often. Like, specifically when I go over there ready to proposition him. At least his roommate (a.k.a. Arch-nemesis #1) wasn't there either. The situation is getting desperate, however. With only about a week left in the semester, I finally just sent him an email (basically) asking him out. Thankfully I wasn't completely thinking with my dick, or else the line "Besides, it's my birthday goddammit, and I wanna fuck" would have made its way in there at the end.
But man, I'd sell a kidney for some social skills.