Happy birthday to MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[bliumchik]

As of about half an hour ago, I am now eighteen years of age.

I am now officially an Adult.

Legal alcohol! The ability to join comms with an age limit (if only I can remember the name of that one I put aside last year...)! The right to confidentially stare with blanket puzzlement at a small square of paper with ticky-boxes on it which is theoretically responsible for the fate of our democracy!

No longer am I in the category of people LJ has to protect from pornography! No longer can I be accurately referred to as jailbait!

Now I can get into clubs, cheerfully waving my ID at bouncers. I can watch adult movies. I can purchase knives and cigarettes.

Oh, right, and then there's the completely and utterly theoretical sex. Woo.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have two major works, many practice essays and a nervous breakdown to finish up. I'll celebrate my new legal status at a later, less stressful date.

Comments

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

I really should change my name thing

Aww. I've always liked that name. It captured the chaotic essence of your being and the dichotomous nature of the effects and intents of violence.

...what, exactly, dare I ask, is a tantric lilypad?

As far as I can ascertain, the lilypad is either borne of profound inebriation or catastrophic fatigue, perhaps both: mutual physical gratification on a mostly horizontal plane. It may be more accidental than deliberate, like Denny's: you don't go to Denny's, you end up at Denny's.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Don't talk to sister, the sister is... kinda lame.