pooped on my dick! i’m 22 now! and really, who cares?

once you hit 21 there’s nothing to look forward to now except that every year is another year older. sigh…so disillusioned. hey i know, i can look forward to when i’m 24 (or 25 or something, i forget) when i’ll be able to rent a car. so i can go out and rent a viper or soemthing (because i’ll be fabulously wealthy of course) and go nuts. or more realistically, i’ll just be dead.that or marrying a 70 year old heiress for her millions of dollars, and just wait around for her to die.

i don’t see any holes in these plans.

happy birthday to me!