My first official cry at 18 years old...
Wait, wait - hold up. Weren't you just 16 and not able to watch Robocop just a little bit ago? What the hell!
She was...then she had a boyfriend...now she is 18...and we are apparently old fogies...
My first official cry at 18 years old...
Wait, wait - hold up. Weren't you just 16 and not able to watch Robocop just a little bit ago? What the hell!
She was...then she had a boyfriend...now she is 18...and we are apparently old fogies...
No one's old. We're all playing make believe in a land of knights, princesses, wizards and magic! How can any of us be old?
Except that boyfriend. He's old. Used up. Replaced.
But ikr! Can't believe how much growing up went on since I got here! Which is, "Not much!" I still feel the same! I definitely haven't woken up on any particular morning with more adult thoughts suddenly filling my mind.
So no crying Indian getting hit with trash allowed! Well... he's allowed but his tears aren't! Neither is his trash. The 70s must have been weird.
So you left a used up husk....like a proper black widow
Don't worry if you haven't grown up by 40 you don't have to.