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With Stephen Black, Lady Pole, and Arabella Strange.
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I hate you and everything you stand for in the summer. Fuck happy playing children, fuck swimming, and fuck being outside! It’s hot! There is no reason it should be 75 degrees at 8 o’clock in the morning! There just isn’t. Go behind some clouds, correct yourself, and then come back when you’ve figured out why you suck.
Sincerely-
A hot and sweaty pissed of Earthling.
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People born in 1990 can legally drink alcohol.
Obama was sworn into office 3 years ago.
Michael Jackson died over 2.5 years ago.
2007 was HALF A FUCKING DECADE ago.
There are kids in middle school now that don’t even remember 9/11.
There are girls born in 1998 who are pregnant.
There are over 600 pokemon.
WTF
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It’s my birthday…
May 20th is the one day a year I’m ambivalent about. I want it to come so badly, but don’t want it to come at all. Why? Because it’s my birthday and I want to celebrate it, and at the same time I know I never get any kind of surprise. Birthdays don’t really pull any kind of weight with me, ever. I write it off at the beginning of April every year. My friends tell me to get excited and that I should be really happy and to possibly expect something (every fucking year)…then nothing happens. I know at this point (and for a long time honestly) that they feel sorry for me. I happen to be a nice person (humble, yes I know) and I don’t ever expect anything on any holiday so people make the American promise (empty ones). Personally, I make empty promises all the time so I’m not upset, but I don’t ever false apologize for them. I’m sure tomorrow I will get calls saying that people are sorry they missed the festivities or something (I didn’t do anything, so no party missed).
The sad part is that I end up listening to people and getting low key excited just for the obvious blank stare of a birthday I normally have. I’m pausing right now to really try and figure out if I’m mad…(also I’m watching Girls on HBO and loving the awkwardness)…ok, I’m not mad. Should I be? Who am I talking to? The Internet, cause ain’t nobody gonna read this…type type type, I love the way my laptop keys feel. Like mashing Mike & Ikes. Anyway, I’m not mad, just trying to figure out if I’m as “loved” as I think I am. Nah. But, I get tired of people telling how wonderful birthdays should be and how I should behave, behaving that way and then watching them not come through (not that they promised anything, but they insinuated and that shit matters.)
I’m drawing a blank now, so I must be done. Oh! I must say that I have gained a new respect for my brother, the one person who did actually get me something. He went to the comic store and bought prints of the digital comics that I read. Yes, comics are cheap and he didn’t spend that much at all, but the thought counts, he hates fiction and comics but he knew which ones I have read. All this time I thought he tuned me out when I talked about Wonder Woman and the Teen Titans (yep).
But that’s it…I’m making a mental note not to talk bad about him anymore…I’m an asshole I think…oh well I’m okay with it. Annnnnnd, I’m done.
