Twenty, eh? All the good times don’t start for another year.
*When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
*
Find a way to make enough money to pay all of your bills without working, legally of course. Then, you can do anything you want to, and you won’t spend 50 years working will your life ends slowly.
That’s my plan, at least.
Turning 20?
Look on the bright side: You have 10 years before the crystal in your palm starts blinking red and you have to turn yourself in for Carousel.
– tracer, who’s been a Runner for 7-and-a-half years now.
For a start, stop hitting yourself in the head at the end of every second sentence. It just can’t be good for you.
That’s pretty dumb, Unintentionally Blank.
If anyone wants to read the famous “sunscreen” column, without the idiocy (and with attribution), click here.
Yeah, mea culpa. I read the page after I submitted, it wasn’t what I initially thought it was.
I thought that might have been the case. Too-quick Google trigger finger strikes again.
I didn’t meant to come off as if I was calling you dumb, by the way.
Welcome to the SDMB, Unintentionally Blank. 