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Happy birthday dudes, but but but...
...it was my birthday also that day!! So we're triplets!!! Eeeeeewwwwwwww!!!!
(As usual, I didn't tell anyone, because I don't much like myself and believe my entire life to be a damage limitation exercise, and so i find birthdays quite impossible things to actually celebrate. I generally see them more as something one suffers. On top of that, I had extra trouble this year with the realisation-of-growing-old-thing, so i just stupified myself with alcohol and did nothing special whatsoever. Birthdays, eh? I fuckin' hate 'em, they get worse every year.)
At thirty-one, when some are rich
And others dead,
I, being neither,
Have a job instead...
etc etc. (Philip Larkin, you rock.) |
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