Birthdays suck. Bleh. Now I get to be drafted, go to adult jail, not have sex with 15 year-olds, etc.
On the plus side are porn, guns, strip clubs, many dance clubs, tobacco(?), drug paraphenelia (sp?), gambling in some places, and not needing to renew my damn driver’s license so often.
I don’t know that balances out. Anyway, today was fun enough, I guess. One of my teachers had a baby this morning, so at school we celebrated our birthday and hers. My mom made her really good chili.
So anyway, after dropping a friend off this evening, I stopped to refuel at a combination convenience store/smokeshop/liquor store, and while inside I figured I would go ahead and treat myself to celebrate, and bought myself a couple of ultra-premium cigarillos to enjoy with a friend tomorrow, seeing as how we both enjoy them, and I could legally purchase them. Didn’t even get carded! I could have done it yesterday, or the day before… or the day before… and so on. Dang.