Today I turned thirty three. Last year on this day I turned thirty two. Last years age was really cool because my age was equal to two to the fifth power. This years age is pretty cool because this is the only time this decade that each digit will be the same. The sum of my age is equal to six. Six is pretty cool. Numbers are pretty cool. I am pretty cool.
It never fails, you tell someone it was your birthday a day or two after the day has already expired and they say “So, what did you do?” Well, this year I have an answer. More importantly I even have a picture (soon)! I stacked can of eclipse(tm) in my window at work.
Seriously, I woke up and went the gym, came back home looked at my cell phone and wondered why the fuck my mother called me. Well, OK, I didn’t say “Why the fuck did my mother call me”. I said “Why did mum call?” God I am not even English why the hell do I think of her as Mum? I think I was adopted, not I couldn’t have been I hate my mother enough to know she is my mum :). Guess it is my form of love. Anyway, where the fuck was I? Oh yea, it was then, after I got back from the gym looked at my cell phone and realized my Mum was calling me because it was my birthday.
I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself or anything like that I had just forgotten. It was pretty cool to remember: “OH yea it is my birthday today.” It goes on…I went to work, got a bunch of phone calls, some people wishing me well on my birthday others just saying “hi”. Wow. I mean this is definately the first year in my entire life that I made it through an ENTIRE birthday and didn’t feel sorry for myself. Wow. That is great.
You know I really feel pretty good about myself lately. Hey everything is subject to change but things are just what they are and they are able to be that a lot better when I am not playing the victim.
(insert silly poem about my birthday here)
trying to be something i’m not
i got caught up in another plot
characters changed
rearranged
now i’m derranged
feeling very strange
Yea. That’s pretty lame. So anyway…Well, wait, OK I have like some much stuff, like, tons of shit that I wrote when I was all geeked out on coke and most of it looks like the stuff above. Parents if your kids write shit like this they are probably using drugs. It doesn’t make any sense and I wrote it…Ahah…well OK the stuff above makes a little sense to me, but most of the shit I wrote when I was using coke, well, that didn’t make any sense when I looked at it again. OK some of it did but lets not argue.
You know what? It is sort of fun having this dialogue with myself. I mean I am pretty sure it happens all of the time but it is an sub/un onscious process. Anyway have a nice night. Thanks for your participation and attention. We will now pause for station identification
B E E P
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