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OH. HOLY SHIT.

A week from Sunday is my birthday. My 21st Birthday.

OH GOD. I DON'T KNOW IF I AM READY. MY TOLERANCE HAS NOT LEVELED UP. OH NO.

Sorry. I just. Time flieeees.

Hah, I woke up drunk.

Fantastic.

The bottle of Jameson is only half gone.

So, it's August and at the end of this month, I will be 21. So I have to make myself a shopping list NOW. I'm already becoming a drunk (oh, Jameson and Jack Daniels, you are becoming my best friends) so it's no surprise that I need to start my shopping list now (it's a part of being fiscally responsible ... and a drunk). I mean, there will be bar ( Read more... )