At least 1/11/11 is an easy birthday to remember.

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Every time I talk with my mom or go back home, I am plagued by the awesome, paralyzing, terrifying idea that I will eventually lose my mind.  Whether through Alzheimer's like my grandma, or through a mental disorder like my aunts.

I'm not scared to die, I'm just scared to lose me.

I got 99 problems and they're all bitches.

I love Domo-kun, I want his straws.

Soooooooo Subway guy's got a thing for me. Maybe it's time to switch up my routine. Also, coming back to your desk to a post-it note that reads "snitch" on it is mildly frightening. Especially around here. These people are insane.

Ever have one of those days where you hate the world?  Like, every little thing gets under your skin?  Normal things that you would let slide off your back suddenly become unbearable burdens of annoyance and pettiness?

I am having one of those days.  This displeases me.  Being dead inside can't save me now!