In a way, everyone owns a day; everyone has a day that is ALL their own. And the government can't take that away, those jerks. One day every year is YOURS. suuuhhhweet.
See that date up there? In the little corner?
Well that's mine.
Today was mine.
It was the Golden Birthday they tell me. 18 on the 18th. Lucky me, man.
It was pretty great. Pretty magical.
Best birthday ever - it wasn't ruined like last year, I ate tons of free food till I was sick, my presents were stuff for college (HOLLA) and I was surprisingly okay with that.
I have the coolest adult friends now and we totally do cool adult things......
Only downside: my catch phrase is completely obsolete now. They can touch me now. and I can't touch them. *shudder* Oh wells. It was good while it lasted. Time to come up with a new one.
Let's now get soppy and reminiscent and stuff.
18 years has done me a lot of good. I'm proud of myself.
happy birthday to meeeeeeeeee!
you know when people ask you if you feel different on your birthday, if you feel older?
Well, honestly, I DO. So eat that, minors. I'll explain it to you when you're older.