seventeen.

if i could be any age again it would be 17.
i would rewind to october 24, 2005.
and do it again and again.
yes.
a lot of awful shit happened to me at that age. but it was fuggin awesome. when i look back. mostly i had a blast. my money was my money. relationships seemed like a big deal but really weren't. my rebound ability was spectacular. shit just didn't really get my skin. i loved breakin curfews. punishment was the shiiiiiittttt. well maybe not.
did i say my money was my money? i would spend it on clothes and sneakers. yeah. life was that simple. no phone bills. no cable bill. no gas bill. no electric bill. no worries.
dates weren't even stressful. i'd give anything for a guy to tell me now..."i thought girls wore purses." when i arrived sans purse. because i had nothing to carry in one.
now i couldn't leave the house without a bag. or else my whole life would be ruined.
even getting drunk was fun. two drinks and i was finito. the happiest mofo alive. you couldn't tell me shit.
cuttin school and hittin the wendy's. mcdonald's. burger king. popeye's. and not gaining a single pound.
intercepting phone calls from school. letters about excessive absences. yeah. that was awesome.
making sure that whatever destination me and the skanks traveled to did not exceed the three swipe maximum allowed on the school metrocard. (nyc thing)
boyfriends were just boyfriends. not potential husbands. and fights were petty and stupid. break-ups didn't hurt too bad.
it sucked not being 18. answering to authority and shit.
but 17 was the shit. being a kid was the shit.
i miss it.