Sunday, December 10, 2006
i hate birthdays
even if you pretend not to, or don't consciously do it, you have expectations that your birthday is somehow going to be an above-average day, or a day that you don't want to kill yourself. but then the day comes along and you suddenly have to claim an older age than you did the day before, nobody--including your family--remembers to call you anyway, the day is less exciting than normal days, and at the end you want to kill yourself more than you usually do. i've decided that i'm not celebrating any birthdays. i don't think anyone should. but if people insist on asking me about mine, or calling me on mine, i've decided i'm regressing in years. so this year, i'll be turning 27 again. maybe i'll go down to 25 and then start going back up again. but that's only if i'm forced to aknowledge by birthday or age at all, of course. so, in conclusion, i'm excited to (not) be turning 27 again.
(and, no, i'm not writing this because its my birthday. today is not my birthday)
(and, no, i'm not writing this because its my birthday. today is not my birthday)
