All right. Announcement time. ...this could very well only be happening because this month's PMS comes in the form of RAGING, UNRELENTING HORNINESS, but I'll cross the oh-god-what-was-I-thinking-when-I-wrote-this bridge when I come to it.
Tomorrow I will be 20 years old.
I am RECLUSIVE, but mostly by choice, I have problems, but I'm unusually free of burdens, I have EXCELLENT intrapersonal skills to help keep me on my feet, I'm nice to people, I like guys, as far as I know I'm not ugly, and even if I am I'm still young and fresh enough to cover for that, all my parts work the way they're supposed to, I am enthusiastic, and I am legal.
Do you understand what I'm getting at?
For the third time in my life, I'm on a year that ends in a zero (second time if you don't count when I was tiny). Only my third time. Think about how many times you've washed your hair or talked on the phone. That's a few times, isn't it? It happens a little more often than your 10th or 20th birthday. This time is special for me. This time is a landmark.
I've been LEGAL for two years, but I was still a teenager. Now I'm not. I've hit a decade that is commonly considered to be "adult." I am old enough to have sex, I want it because I am certain it will be fun in some way, so there's really nothing holding me back (except for what I do RIGHT NOW, and I don't tell people about it often, but I'm slowly rolling out of that area of my life).
I declare my mission for the next two or three years or so to be to get laid and have LOTS of fun doing it.