I am an optimist.
Today I purchased a box of condoms on the off chance I get laid while my parents are gone. There are 12. I know I will never use all of them, even if I do lure some lad to my den of doom and debauchery.
Out of curiousity--and to plan my decade, I look at the expiration date...10/2008...why do I have a feeling on my 28th birhtday (9/27/2008) I will be blowing up twelve condoms into balloons, or at least turning them into party hats?
I am filled with foreboding.
I think like buying new panties before a big date, I have just jinxed myself out of 4 years of sex...shit.
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