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My birthday is tomorrow and I will be 20. (Not 17.) But I wish I were only turning 13 so i could date totally hott dudes like Keith. Sunday we are climbing the MOUNTAIN!! Tomorrow a huge group of us are going to the haunted campground massacre thing and its going to be aweessommmee. THINGS COULD BE WORSE. We could still be in high school and wear fake pearls to bed. We could be bitter and hateful about something that happened half a year ago. Or we could really actually be triple dating David. Or I could still be friends with the sneak attacker. Or a group photo could have been taken last night. Or that weird dude could have written ME a card. Or we could work at an all night diner. Or it could be ME getting played instead of rat face. Or Taylor couldnt be winning the adoration of the cutest dude we have ever laid eyes on. Or I could have a skinned chicken in my face. Or we could have the pipe laid by a "premature" egg head or a jack rabbit or someone with ball sweat or dingleberries.
Things COULD be worse. But theyre not. Everyting is really great. I'm the happiest Ive been in a while.
You dont get any of this and I love it.
Things COULD be worse. But theyre not. Everyting is really great. I'm the happiest Ive been in a while.
You dont get any of this and I love it.