Here you go, now.
Jesus. It's three thirty-five in the morning. And, I am officially eighteen years old. Now I can vote, buy cigarettes in some parts of New Jersey, and move into a Bronco with my homeless friends Bill and Joe and drive to California.
Or, I could get married to an awesome guy with a steady job and a kid.
Tough choices, huh?
Just kidding. My road in life is perfectly clear. I am a wee bit tired, though, so perhaps more tomorrow?
Probably not.
Or, I could get married to an awesome guy with a steady job and a kid.
Tough choices, huh?
Just kidding. My road in life is perfectly clear. I am a wee bit tired, though, so perhaps more tomorrow?
Probably not.