welp
This is my second day being 21.
My 21st birthday started at midnight and we went to a dumb trashish bar down the road and I got a long island and some classy shots and didn’t drink nearly enough to be as hungover as I was all day on my 21st birthday.
So it didn’t feel like my birthday at all.
And now I’m just 21.
Which is fucking old.
I’d take not being able to drink in bars over being this old any day.
A year ago I set goals and made promises to myself that I would accomplish certain things by the time I turned 21.
And did nothing about it.
21 years old.
Here’s to being the one everyone suddenly wants to talk to when they need alcohol.
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