to be an adult. I cant believe I am thinking this but I am going to be twenty-one in less than 8 hours. Yes indeed, Ill be able to order an alcoholic, toxicated, aged and grossified beverage with confidence and maybe some regretfulness thrown in there too.
Everyone keeps making silly comments about me being able to drink and this and that but really if you are one to make a comment like that you obviously dont know me. It is sort of starting to get on my nerves actually. Thank GOD, I have somehow managed to get over the whole alcohol craze at an early age, which was probably about 17. I grew up getting whiskey shoved down my throat when I lied at ages 4, 5 and 6, sipping on my mother's wine coolers at ages 7 through 10, drinking down White russians with her and her fiance around ages 11 to 13 and was attending beach parties every weekend with a water bottle filled of pure Smirnoff Vodka at ages 14 and 15. So its safe to say that I outlived my desperate alcohol drinking days even while having the opportunity to get myself a "drinkie" with a fake Id or my Nicholas who is already 21 and has been for about half a year.
Yes, I do find myself ordering maybe a "few" on my day just for old cliche' sake but I really cant even think of this as a blessing or as a sigh of relief from having older friends and family buy it for me. I am really actually dreading this whole process of becoming an adult. Is so complicated really but such is my life, and more so, me. Ill get to this another day, right now I should get ready for work and finish up a page im working on.
toodles!
