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What a nice and sexy sunday, or at least, sexy sunday finish

It seems to me that one does not simply slip into the adult world, it is more like lying at the tide line on a beach. Sometimes the world trundles in, white horses running, and you have to act in a mature and responsible manner in order to survive. Other times the waves simply wash over you and you can have some fun but with the caveat of the possibility of imminent drowning. When the tide is out you can do what you want. This sounds like a rather silly and stunted analogue, but again, silly and stunted resides somewhere on the damp sand. Attempting to rationalise the progress of maturity (for the want of a better word) is a self-defeating line of thought anyway - perhaps. I know this is trite but you are not the person you were yesterday, you are just an amalgamation of the responsibilities you shirk today, Anyway - enough of this, enjoy the last day of people telling you that this is the last day on earth.