I hate birthdays
As some of you may know, tomorrow is my birthday. *confetti*
I find birthdays kinda depressing. Not in the way most people find them depressing though, I'm not all ears and tears about my mortality or anything, it's just a whole day that's all about me. Everyone wants to look at me, say something to me, shake my pimp fist... err... hand... blah blah blah. I don't have anything against shaking hands, but I dunno... birthdays kinda suck.
Anywho, '07 rang in with the destruction of a spaghetti-squash and a barrel full of fire-crackers. Yee-hah! And all I wanted was a hand full of compound words.
P.s. No there is not a birthday party so don't ask. There never has been and, so long as I can keep my wits about me, there never will be. Feel free to knee me in the groin and shout obscenities at me and curse my miserable existence in your pathetic life.
I find birthdays kinda depressing. Not in the way most people find them depressing though, I'm not all ears and tears about my mortality or anything, it's just a whole day that's all about me. Everyone wants to look at me, say something to me, shake my pimp fist... err... hand... blah blah blah. I don't have anything against shaking hands, but I dunno... birthdays kinda suck.
Anywho, '07 rang in with the destruction of a spaghetti-squash and a barrel full of fire-crackers. Yee-hah! And all I wanted was a hand full of compound words.
P.s. No there is not a birthday party so don't ask. There never has been and, so long as I can keep my wits about me, there never will be. Feel free to knee me in the groin and shout obscenities at me and curse my miserable existence in your pathetic life.