How could I forget? Tuesday was a day of momentous occasion, and I let it slip by with nary a mention. I blame it on my crystal meth addiction.

Since Tuesday, a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can be happy and sing and dance and do things that would have previously made me feel dirty and shamed.

Because on Tuesday, you see, Emma Watson (aka Hermione Granger) turned 18.

I no longer have to feel weird about being a member of her fan club.

I don't have to feel bad about masturbating to this, this or this (really NSFW).

I can proudly reveal that I named my penis Hermione.

I will not be ashamed of my bids on the eBay auction for a pair of her panties.

I will no longer slink to the Harry Potter movies naked under my raincoat. I will walk in with my head high.

Now, how long until Dakota Fanning is legal?

(For those of you who feel left out by the fake naked picture of Emma Watson, here are some real naked pictures of Daniel Radcliffe.)