xxx should be an auspicious year for mr. porno
This is my last night as a twenty-something.
I don't remember my 20th birthday. School was still a thing, and I had a different LiveJournal. I broke someone's heart that Halloween, instead of breaking her hymen. There was more drinking and less smoking. Was I in a band? Maybe. I had countless ideas about the future and as many worries about no longer being a teenager.
LiveJournal being around is both comforting and scary. Online social circles combined with meatspace and moved to Facebook. I yelled at teenagers the other day, and realized that I'm getting too old for this shit.
I've been in a wheelchair for three years, and that scares me. Turning 30 is scaring me enough to move. I guess this is the part where I say something inspiring.
I don't remember my 20th birthday. School was still a thing, and I had a different LiveJournal. I broke someone's heart that Halloween, instead of breaking her hymen. There was more drinking and less smoking. Was I in a band? Maybe. I had countless ideas about the future and as many worries about no longer being a teenager.
LiveJournal being around is both comforting and scary. Online social circles combined with meatspace and moved to Facebook. I yelled at teenagers the other day, and realized that I'm getting too old for this shit.
I've been in a wheelchair for three years, and that scares me. Turning 30 is scaring me enough to move. I guess this is the part where I say something inspiring.