It’s my 28th birthday today. I should be filled with joy and elation, having survived yet another year without dying. But, I’m not. I’m actually quite depressed.
You see… I drank all of my birthday booze this weekend. Oh, I was saving it for my big day, but when I ran out of weekend booze, I started dipping into the birthday stuff. “Don’t worry, Chris,” I’d tell myself. “You’ll still have plenty of birthday booze when the actual day rolls around.”
But, it was too late. I had drunken it all. I guess it’s true what they say… You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone. Truer words have never been spoken. Thank you for your wisdom, Cinderella.
Anywho…
Mood: Morose
What I’m Listening To: My Chemical Romance
You know that, thanks to Wolfwood, you’re always going to be 40 now, right?
But… But… I’m listening to My Chemical Romance… that shows how young and hip I am!