Happy birthday to meeeeee...
At midnight, I plan to be sitting on the beach, ushering in a new year for myself.
Fuck, I'm old.
But at least I'll be listening to good music.
You love it. You loathe it.
Either way, you can't help yourself. You are one of us.
(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)
Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.
2 Comments:
Happy Birthday.
Fuck, you're not old.
Ha!
You just say that because you were old before I was (what, a month?).
:)
Thanks...
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