Friday, February 23, 2007

I'm 18.
I'm thinking maybe tattoo? Maybe? Not something shitty like a name or chinese symbol or meaningless crap-- something I can live with for the rest of my life.
I shall make it myself. I'm thinking of a heart-- not <3, but like a scientific heart. I'll do something with it.
Still thinking. Do I want to stain my body like that though?

Anyways, now I'm 18 I can vote, get tattoos (obviously), get drafted, go to titty bars, serve alcohol, get tried as an adult in court, get a real license, sign my own consent forms, get a debit card, have sex with old people, order things off the television, and generally have a more tainted life. Yeeeeeeaaaaay.

1 comment:

N. said...

Titty bars and sex with old people! Woooooo!

Oh, and voting.

Ah to be eighteen again.