Recently, I had a birthday. YES! I am now 18. I can officially go buy lottery tickets, guns, porn, cigarettes, and a plethora of other less-than-useful THINGS. I can also vote and go to big boy jail. 18 is not really that awesome of a birthday, but it marks a transition from the frivolity of boyhood to the stern, free-form jazz of a man.
I, however, have decided that "maturity"--or as some might call it "dullness"--is not for me. Over the past 18 years, I have been developing a complex, personal morality that allows me to be a good citizen, person, and friend. For this, I do not require maturity as it is commonly seen.
So, this birthday does denote that I am growing. But in terms of efficacy, this is just one more year.
Scottie, thank you for your shout on about this blog. It was very nice and well-executed. To you readers, go check out Scottie's Toy Box if you have not already done so.
I hope you all have a wonderful day. Enjoy the nyan jazz.
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