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man, I'm going to have the crappiest 25th birthday ever. I was supposed to have a job, which in turn would have meant I had money so I could go into the city to watch old superman in the park and get drunk with Jesse. Instead I'll probably sit at home alone and end up crying because apparently this is a big birthday. My life kind of sucks at the moment and all I want is a job so I can save money, so I can move already. It's quite depressing. I have nothing to show for 25 years and it blows. Only 4 more day.