1:10 a.m.-July 04, 2003 I'm going to be 21 in less than 48 hours. I am very frightened. Very, very frightened.
See, I never wanted to be a grownup, so I seem to be getting dragged into this against my will. Why can't I just stay 20? It's a nice, round, non-threatening number.
Twenty-one, however, means that I have crossed the threshold of my twenties, therefore spiraling ever closer toward death. In a big house at the end of the street with ninety-seven cats.
It's quite depressing.
Maybe I should get drunk anyway. My mum doesn't want me to though, so this would be hard to do.
Oh well, I have enough problems without becoming an alcoholic, too.
Besides, then instead of being an angry, jaded, bitter, cynical 21, I'd be an angry, jaded, bitter, cynical, alcoholic 21. You can go 'round asking for trouble you know.
I think I was just redundant four times over, but whatever.
Have a happy 4th, and since Andrew seems to have gotten off his keister and did something about this site, I might actually update more now. *gasp*
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