May 16, 1988... I was born to two loving parents (whom six years later divorced) and became someone's brother. I love my family, dearly, and I'm so excited to finally celebrate a birthday without them (with the exception of my sister, of course). Birthdays 1-20... you go out to dinner with your family and possibly have a little party with your friends. This year, though, I'm going to out to dinner with my family- THEN going out to the bars! Revolutionary, right?! I know! It's so exciting!
Listen- ever since I've been at KU, I've had friends that are older than me. It sucks, because every weekend they're wanting to go out to the bars and drink. It wasn't that big of a deal during my freshman year- I had a fake I.D. that nobody could touch! But, I ended up dropping it on the floor and never found it again. I'm sure it was someone who knew me... who realized that the I.D. was fake- and they fucking sold it. Mother Fuckers!
I guess what I'm trying to say- in the most sporadic post ever, is that I'm really excited to be able to go out.
LIKE........ 18 days? 20 days? BLECHHH!!!
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