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.
What I’m Listening To: My Chemical Romance