
I would be the only one so lucky as to have a tenant that I just met today come back downstairs and ask me to unzip her dress “all the way down”, unhook it from the top and then stand there as she walks into the elevator that she asked me to hold with the top of her dress coming completely off so that everything from the top of her panties up is visible…it would’ve been pretty cool had she not been probably floating around the age of 80+ -_______- #lifeofadoorman lol
So I’m FINALLY 21, and I feel great!! It’s been a couple of hours now and I still haven’t had a drink… Actually I went to go see Iron Man 3 last night with my dad although I could’ve easily went and gotten shitfaced. The thing was that to me 21 is the final stage, like that’s it! GAME OVER! Time to grow up and that’s fine, but I realized I have my whole life to drink but how much longer do I have to spend time with my dad and spend it doing what most of my birthdays consisted of which is watch the newest summer blockbuster (they always come out on early May). It was a great time and I drove home afterwards almost bringing myself to tears because well…shit…I made it to 21 without a serious hitch, without a hitch at all actually. The best part about it is that I’m happy and I’m proud of the man that I am today, I’m nowhere near prefect, nobody is, but I’m fucking ecstatic and glad to look in the mirror and know that, that guy is me!! There’s always room for improvement and that’s so exciting! If until 21 this was my life, I really can’t wait for the next 20 years!!! :D