Twenty-one and counting.
My birthday was cool. I mean, I am kind of supposed to say that. I was distracted most of the night because I am infact a loser. And I really hated how everyone just stared at me as I drank. But I did like not having to pay for shit. That was hot. At Howl at the moon I was given a bucket of Sex on the Beach. Literally. A bucket. With a big fucking
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whatever happened to the band otown?
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