birthday.

One more year, on this date, I will be a quarter of a century old.



yesterday driving home i was smiling and text messaging friends in the sun. scared that i only have birthday parties to reassure myself that i have friends and that people like me. so it's this saturday and until then i will be furiously text messaging people "see you on saturday... right?" It's kind of sad that I cant just be content that I have friends but I always have to test it. Well this party should be off the hoook.

Been listening to the Margot & the Nuclear So and So's CD. It's really good. As far as nice, sad, acoustic influenced indie rock goes, it is perfect for warm weather, unlike most of my cds of this genre which are more suited for winter and depression. This cd actually makes me really happy and smiley and from now on it will remind me of sun and summer.

I am at work and there is no card, no balloons, no cookies. Why do some people get big birthday recognitions and others don't? I really dont give a shit considering i dont care about anyone here enough to even invite any of them to my birthday party. but still, jesus people i suffer through this horrible horrible place every day and you can't even say happy birthday?