March 24, 2010

It’s the day of my birth.

Yay for me.

It’s another time passing marker. I get presents for not dying. I’m down with that, I guess. And at least, this time around, I can’t say I’ve sat on my laurels. Look at all the shit I’ve accomplished since last time I had a birthday. I got a college degree. I started grad school. I finally got my ass in gear and started actually useful therapy. I’ve done shit. The list is only going to grow next year, too.

To everyone who might want to celebrate with me: thanks. I really do appreciate it. More than you know. I’ve been out of it recently, so I may not seem super excited. Maybe a little low key. But know that having you around is some of the best stuff in my life. I can’t ask for a better gift than you all, as cheesy and silly as that is.
Just don’t call me “birthday boy.” That shit is kind of old. Heh.

But yes, onward and onward. Maybe I’ll take a break today. I don’t know if I really can, but maybe I will anyway. Maybe I’ll relax and feel good. That’d be awesome. Maybe I’ll grow older, keep doing the shit I love, and do more stuff I need to do every day. That’d be awesome too.

What about “Birthday Pirate”?

Comment by piman — March 24, 2010 @ 7:08 am

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