Tomorrows my 18th birthday and I finally get to throw out that kit that every ninja stoner has to have. No more frantically putting in eye drops, drowning myself in perfume, popping like 5 mints, and constantly having to look in mirrors and straighten myself up. And most importantly I no longer have to explain my odd food choices, why I watch cartoons at like 2 in the morning, where all my money goes, and why I bump music and just lay in bed smiling.
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