Birthday's suck, or mine does. Turning 23 is of no real importance, hell the next big event associated with my birthday is when I get a car insurance break at age 25. But it is still customary to feel somewhat happy on the anniversary of ones birth. I didn't even get a damn cake. The parents did take me to Red Lobster, and I did get a pair of cheap leather shoes from Payless Shoe Store.

Today is very depressing.

Thank God I won't have to deal with this shit of a day for another year.


It's my birthday and I will cry if I want to.