Twenty-one.

So I'm freshly turned twenty-one. Is it bad to consider this to be the year to start lying about my age. I think not! To be honest its just plain weird. I mean when I was in high-school I thought I was awesome; lots of friends, good grades, and well basically everything figured out. Now here I am.. twenty-one.. with not a clue. I mean I know what I want to be and how I'm going to get there but .. for lack of a better word.. I'm scared as shit. This is when life starts. Im legal everywhere. I can go to the beer store, buy lottery tickets, cigarettes, and porn. Not that I never did that when I was underage.. the only difference now is I don't get that adrenline rush when I sneak into a club by flirting with the forty year old bouncer with my fake id. Now I stand there laughing at the pathetic girls trying to do the same thing I use to do. And then I remember.. I was one of them. I think thats something we all forget from time to time.. we were once one of them. So yeah not going to lie I still roll my eyes when I hear some girl at the club puking her guts out.. or crying about her stupid boyfriend.. or other girls talking about what a slut that girl is. But you know what we've all been there. I've been the girl puking in the bathroom.. hell if I even made it to the bathroom. I've been the girl crying on the sidewalk corner cause my boyfriend is such an asshole. I've even been the girl in that super slutty dress (I still do that I.. I mean come on as long as my boobs and ass remain at their current perky state I will walk around proud as fuck.) My point is after this long word vomit of a blog post, is if you see a girl in the club barfing, crying, smile and say grab another porn star shot & shake your ass. And hell if you see some girl in a slutty dress; look at her and be like damn girl you look hot as fuck. Cause lets face it we were all there once.

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