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Well, I'm 16.
This basically means, as far as I can tell, that I have legal permission to go screw my life up in various ways.
I can go get pregnant, buy cigarettes and start smoking, waste all my money on the lottery, get drunk out as long as I have a meal with the alcohol, and also apparently crash horribly on a moped-thing with a top speed of 30mph.
Unsurprisingly, I plan to do none of the above in the near future, most of them I plan never to do (well, all of them atm I plan never to do).
And I'm feeling nasty and icky and ill. Grr.
This basically means, as far as I can tell, that I have legal permission to go screw my life up in various ways.
I can go get pregnant, buy cigarettes and start smoking, waste all my money on the lottery, get drunk out as long as I have a meal with the alcohol, and also apparently crash horribly on a moped-thing with a top speed of 30mph.
Unsurprisingly, I plan to do none of the above in the near future, most of them I plan never to do (well, all of them atm I plan never to do).
And I'm feeling nasty and icky and ill. Grr.
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Date: 2001-06-08 01:37 pm (UTC)From:...err... I mean... Happy birthday! ...yeah... that's what I meant...
And feel better. OR ELSE. Although I'm not sure what the 'else' would be yet.