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It's been a while since I wrote here. Thanks to everyone who bothered to agknowledge my birthday. I'm glad it's over. Every year it gets closer and closer to 50. Don't get me wrong, it's not as though I'm afraid of getting old, or afraid of dying. It takes a hell of a lot more than that to scare me! But I have to think, what exactly have I done with my life, and no matter what, I always come up with the same answer: not very fucking much.
Reading Hugh's entry prompted my to think of a significant anniversary in my life as well. 25 years ago since Sid died this year... Poor fucker. There isn't really much I can say on the topic that I haven't said already.
I want to say that I'll write here more often and that I'll have a new and clever thing to say in each entry. But we all know that isn't going to happen. I'm alive and well though and that's what counts.
Edit: It's been so long since Sid died, that I'd originally written 15 instead of 25 years. I must be getting old! Ah well, rest in peace you cunt!
Reading Hugh's entry prompted my to think of a significant anniversary in my life as well. 25 years ago since Sid died this year... Poor fucker. There isn't really much I can say on the topic that I haven't said already.
I want to say that I'll write here more often and that I'll have a new and clever thing to say in each entry. But we all know that isn't going to happen. I'm alive and well though and that's what counts.
Edit: It's been so long since Sid died, that I'd originally written 15 instead of 25 years. I must be getting old! Ah well, rest in peace you cunt!