So I finally turned 21. My girl and I had a nice celebration tonight. But 21 is huge right? What else should I do? I live in Boston, if I haven't said that already.
Suicide. Post-21 life is wholly composed of either regretting the loss of the comfortable delusions of youth or in the sweaty desperation of trying to maintain faith in those youthful delusions while every pointy piece of reality punctures them repeatedly. But if that doesn't work for you, then you can plan a party at Chuck E. Cheese instead! Skeeball is neato mosquito and lots of fun and you can get some really cool stuff with the tickets! Plastic ray guns and army men!
