my croc, croc, croc
i turned eighteen yesterday. it really doesn't feel any different, but i do feel a tremendous sense of relief when i drive by a cop. PULL ME OVER, I DARE YOU. but really, birthdays have nothing to do with getting older. their true purpose is purely social; you see which of your friends and family members really care. getting a nice wish on my birthday via telephone/text/facebook/whatever is equivalent to a hug, and that's all i really want in life. i mean, food is good too, but i prefer hugs.
i love.
what's better than getting presents is getting presents that you like, simply because it shows that your friends/parents know you. nobody got me a make-up kit, or a gift card to abercrombie & fitch, or edible underwear. from my friends i got a pin of a taco holding a gun, a "frog-turner", tickets to a run-down old movie theatre, etc., etc. my mom got me crackers and gum and scratch tickets (wow i sound like a sleaze). AWWWJFDLAUFDLAJ i don't know how to finish this paragraph!
(pardon my appearance, but that gum makes me wiiiiild)
(i hope you can read the card on the left; my brother rules) (wtf @ creepy cat things.com)
other highlights of the weekend:
- embarrassing penis innuendo pictures
- making a scene in a restaurant
- moosetracks frozen yogurt
- elementary school handgames
- moosetracks frozen yogurt
- melting the back of danielle's head with a rancid anal explosion
- late-night goodbye pantsing
i just can't get enough!