Theme Song: "Hung Up" - Madonna
I've just noticed something. Nowadays, whenever someone ACCUSES me of having a recent birthday, I hesitate! Honestly, my heart skips a beat when someone asks me how old I am? "How old am I? How's the lighting? Umm, 18." Today's my 20th birthday and you know what that means, Goodbye, Teenage Angst... Hello, Twentysomething Angst. Woo. Hoo. As Allie would say, your 20th birthday is like a cruel joke, like putting a ball in front of a kitten only to cruelly yank it away! Speaking of Allie, Thank You, girl, for camping outside my FaceBook wall for the past two months, reminding me that I'm yet another step closer to lookin' like The fuckin' Mummy.
Lately I've entertained thoughts of hiding my age like some guys... but personally, I think Abercrombie shirts, the douchebag's brand of choice, make guys look like they're 14 years old. In terms of my own look, I HATE big, obnoxious logos and I just buy what I know will look good on my body. Speaking of youngbucks, why is FaceBook now open to every Tom, Dick, and Harry? And what is it about me that makes sexually confused teenagers want to randomly befriend me and ask me for sex advice? *cringe* Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly happy with "gaying it forward," but all I wanna know is, "When the hell did I turn into Mrs. Robinson?" Jesus loves you more than you will know, Whoa-Whoa-Whoa...
When it comes to those issues, I'm ALWAYS 100% honest; however, I just can't fathom the idea of anyone over the age of 17 being seriously clueless about his/her sexuality. As I said in an earlier entry (See Sexual Evolution/BiCurious George), I found out when I was 12, fully realized it when I was 14 after unknowingly spotting the biological impulses since the tender age of 4--ALWAYS the writer, I even documented that "tingly feeling down there" in my old "salt & pepper notebook," even though I didn't know at the time that what I was writing about was sexual stimulation.
And how the hell did I end up here? How does my train of thought always magically makes its way to SEX? I guess that's what happens when you have a Y chromosome! :-D What was I talking about again? Right, it's my birthday! I considered throwing a party but Spring classes have just started, and I'm in the mood for a quiet evening at home. I end up inviting my trusty sidekick, Sara aka Girl Wonder, over to my pad where we chow down on pizza and watch Little Miss Sunshine & Adam & Steve. It's just what I wanted: I laughed, I ate, I didn't have to laugh alone at my favorite movies, I wasn't bothered with the outside world, and I got to spend the day with someone I love. Thank you everyone for making my birthday GRRRRREAT!
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