Birthdays
Birthdays are lame. I’ve never been a fan of birthdays. They’re kind of stupid, self-glamourizing bullshit. Then again, I blog, and isn’t that in essence what a blog is? At many parties I feel like that picture shows. The odd one out, sad in the corner. I don’t know why, I love my friends, and I think for the most part that they love me, too. Yet there I am, alone in a corner, surrounded by candy. I have no qualms with getting older, I actually am looking forward to being older, but I don’t like the insincere qualities of writing “happy birthday” on someone’s Facebook wall, when you don’t… Read More »Birthdays