Nope it's my birthday.
I am 34. Here's my favorite thing about 34:
Rule 34.
I hate my birthdays. Just another reminder of how I'm not doing anything with my life.
Thanks
lhyrfor telling me in many more, and different words that I am full of bullshit, and self doubt, and that I should go out and fucking celebrate.
Thanks, husband for telling me that most everybody who is of a certain age hates their birthdays. And for sending me here:
Demotivation Dammit you guys, can't a girl just get a good sulk on any more?
So, Shanty last nite. Twas fun, and I are hungover, just a little. Alf and John, you rock my socks, and Dani, not enough wonderful things can be said about you and your ass kickin' self.
soon to appear: shanty drink token jewelry.