21.

I turned 21 yesterday. And unlike the drunken debauchery most young adults might have opted for, I chose to spend the night with a few good friends bowling. There was drinking, I'm not going to sugar coated, but nothing too off handed, Journal. My best friend who is going to college in Washington had come down, we drank a few glasses of wine before we met up with another friend of mine. After the bowling-which was shameful, might I add- we bought some Mike's Hard Lemonade, ate some Carl's and hung around. It was a pleasant evening. For a second, before I almost lit myself on fire from the embers of my cigarette, I felt infinite. Sitting in my friend's white Mustang listening to The Cure, as the last few hours of my birthday waned, was one of the best moments I've ever had.

Sadly, some "best friends" of mine, didn't even have the decency to wish me a Happy Birthday. Which is fairly disappointing, but I will remember this. I'm not one to hold grudges, but they should consider themselves written out of my proverbial "book." To some girls, if you don't have a Penis, it's as though you don't even exist. I hate sluts. I guess that's why I've never had an interest in romantic relationships, I don't want to be just like them. I know I would never, and that someday, it may find me- some girls are just SO WEAK. I hate it. And it angers me to an extreme unlike any other. >:O To each their own.