Yippie, 31 years old… Whoop dee doo. Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday (because Myspace or Facebook told them it was my birthday). I didn’t get anything from Marlboro this year, last year I got a cool credit card sized bottle opener that I still carry around with me. I don’t know why, I don’t ever use it. I didn’t do anything today, I pretty much just slept all day. I’m sunburned and sore and didn’t feel like running or getting up. I need a new energetic dog because my old one I’ve got now is perfectly content to sleep by me as long as I am in bed instead of sitting on my chest and breathing on me from 1 inch away until I get up.
I’m ass deep into my newest project which is converting a 2 foot tall stack of papers, bills, paystubs and other miscellaneous stuff from the last 10 years into pdf files that are sorted and saved onto a single rewritable CD. I’m up to 536 individual pdf files so far and have a long way to go. Oh well what else do I have going that’s better than that other than my raucous social life and fending off the bitches with a stick?
Hey, I wish I was 31 again…it’s no fun getting old. But I guess it’s better than NOT getting old, right?