Anyway, this birthday was no different than usual. Hell, I even got an offer by a completely gorgeous man who was willing to get me drunk and have sex. You know who you are. Don't forget the Zima:) Too bad he's just so far away, so that will have to wait. But I just may hold him to it.

For some reason I'm not all that excited about being 19. I mean what the hell happens at 19? I already got over the thrill of buying those porn magazines (Playgirl, ohh la la). Granted I do get to vote in my very first election this year but after November who cares? Driving has become more of a pain than a privilege. And I "can't legally buy cheap booze" (thanks John, that was one of the funniest things I heard all day).

So what is there to do at 19? I suppose I could say that just living is enough. And it is. It's the best thing I've ever done. I like living. I can also look at the bright side of things. There are so many things that I *can* do. Like voting and driving and buying drugs. . .oh wait, that's not legal is it?

Even with all of this good stuff that I can do I'm going to present a challenge to myself. I have to make this more than just one year closer to legal cheap booze buying age. I have to make this more than just one more year in the story of my life. This year I have to make extraordinary things happen. I have to find out who I am and where I want to be. I have to stand up and take a good look around me and be happy with what I see. I challenge myself and I challenge all of you (cause now I have FIVE whole readers that I know of).

Make your lives spectacular this year. Make every day stand out. That is the best birthday gift anyone could ever receive.

Sing with me now and be LOUD about it. *HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MEEEEE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE*

Love,
Supersteph