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Friday, January 29   >>


I'm 24 today. I took that "birthday notification" crap off of my Facebook page to see who remembers/gives a shit. The less, the better.

If I'm thoroughly not excited for birthdays this early in my life, I don't know how I'm going to make it to 50 without throwing a cake through my window (assuming, of course, I live on the 30th floor of a building, to which throwing something out of a window that high up would have a much bigger dramatic effect.)

All I want for my birthday is some sanity and peace of mind, but considering the fact I didn't get it for Christmas, I doubt I'll get it today.

Don't get me wrong; life isn't all that miserable. It's just that, right now, everything is one constant uphill battle with sliding avalanche every step of the way.

But at least I have my health and my shoes to work my way up. I'll arrive beaten, but I'll eventually come out of this seemingly endless shithole.

Happy Birthday to me!