Friday, 01 May 2009

• You fuckers didn't get me anything for my birthday.

  
  
  This year, I figured, would be the year I'd stop counting. My birthday came up days ago, and I've decided to stick with 22 'til surgery calls.
  
  Thing is, I'm not really so worried with aging. I'm more worried about aging and getting fat
  
  -- and that's me, aging and getting fat.
  
  I will stop bitching about years gone by, instead, from now on, I will bitch about the lack of diet pills, laxatives and a treadmill where I'm at.
  
  I will also bitch about traffic from time to time.
  
  And that TV show, LOST.
  
  
  

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