Friday, September 14, 2012

Eighteen

It's my birthday today.  I'm 18 years old, which means I'm now a legal adult.

I guess that means I'm allowed to continue doing what I've been doing.  I could open a checking account.  Save up some cash.

But I think I'm still a missing person, so I don't think I want to risk it.

Happy birthday to me.

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  1. Well what the hell man, you couldn't have stayed longer for the sake of celebrating your birthday.

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    1. I forgot it was coming up. Almost missed it today. I've had a lot on my mind, after all. I'm sorry, Raggedy. I would have tried staying if I had remembered.

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    2. Well, either way, happy birthday my friend.

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  2. Happy dying day. I bet you spent some time today fondling that birthday card you made.

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  3. A pacifist made it to adulthood... Goes to show that fighting won't get you to places. Then again, I can't talk.

    If you ever end up having to draw blood and you can prepare, tie a knife to the end of Lily. It makes it a spear or a scythe, depending on how you place it to suit your style of fighting. If you have two, you can have a halberd!

    Just don't feel weak by using a staff. They have many uses. Trust me, I was a scouting boy in my youth.

    ~sanity

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    1. "Goes to show that fighting won't get you to places."

      Was meant to say "Goes to show that not fighting does get you places." but I got too distracted to proof read the comment. What with a sudden head ache from a tall man staring from a window.

      ~sanity

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    2. Yeah but not fighting can't keep you places and it can't protect your things.

      Case in point, Lily.

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  4. Happy Birthday!
    Enjoy your miserable life from now on!
    It's not gonna get much better, unless you get like super lucky!

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