on being one year closer to my scary age

so, today is the day. the day i came into this world. 34 years ago. this means to me, that i am 12 months closer to my current scary age of 35. i don't know why. first it was 21. then 25. now 35. hmmm.

anyhow, it started of without a bang. no good morning happy birthday wishes until about 45 minutes into my day. typical. i would think after several years of no more fanfare on my birthday, i'd be used to it. SOOO not the case.

you see, birthdays in my life, have always been a national holiday. i don't buy this shit, "you're older now, you don't get cake anymore..." i just don't. if i wasn't born, think of all the things that wouldn't have happened. all the changes i've made would never have taken place. now, i'm not tooting my horn saying i'm so damned awesome, i've changed the world... but hell, i certainly DO know i've made one hell of an impact. those that know me... understand this. whether it be good or bad. i've made an impact. therefore, it should be celebrated, damnit!

anyhow. i will go about my day. and my best friend said it best... i have to be in control of what i want to see happen. so if i have to drive out to the damn purple hippo and buy my own damn cake! so be it!!! because you know what???

"YOUUUUUU CAN EEEAAAATTTT CAKEEEEEEE!!!!"

HAPPY FRIGGIN BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

the end.