21sies

Thought of the day: Do you have to drink/be a drinker to fully appreciate your 18th and 21st birthdays?

So I'm 21 now. I don't get what the big deal is... I mean, when I hit 18 I was lead to believe that a Angelic Choir would come down from the Heavens and play Led Zepplin while I O.D'd on booze.

Didn't happen.

So, 21! 21 21 21... Twentyone... Twentyonesies.

I got a Spider-Man cake from the lady, that was great! Even though it looked like he'd been "shaking hands with the President".

We promptly named it "cum-cake". Not that it was made of cum or had cum in it but because it looked like Spider-Man had shot his load (quite an impressive amount too) on the yellow frosting.

I also got a card. It's my favourite card of all time. It's being guarded by a owl plushy I bought at the Chestnut Center.

I've named the owl Albert. Some would probably comment on it looking like Einstein but that's not why he's called Albert. Albert is a funny name.

I wonder, if I ever get a friend called Albert, will I be able to take him seriously?