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Date: 4/24/2012 6:13:00 AM
We've all dreamed about our birthdays. We've all had a perfect idea of how it should be, and what it should be like, the atmosphere, the people, the conversations, everything. We've also anticipated the amount of crazy.
My 18th birthday [ yes, yes i know adulthood and all can suck my dick] was the most perfect birthday I could have asked for.
All of my closest friends, in the same room, dancing away to glory, drinking budweisers as if it's water, smoking cigarettes, talking.
Fuck what a night.
And the night just got crazier every passing hour.
Dancing turned into intense grinding.
Hugging turned into cuddling.
A kiss turned into second base.
A cigarette multiplied itself multiple times.
A joint was brought in, then another one.
The alcohol finished, thank god.
Songs. Guitar. Circles/
Slow dancing to Slow Dancing in a Burning Room.
Jello fucking shots, yo.
" My boxers are longer than your dress"
" Daaaamn, you're the hot one, D"
Sneaking them in.
Sneaking them out.
Mouth to fucking mouth.
And then cake.
AAAH WHAT A DAYYYYYYYY.