10-23-04/12:02 AM

birthdays are an excuse for emotions to run ridiculously rampant.

i don't get it.
is it cos you come face to face to face yr old past in yr now present? perhaps its just the meeting of two different eras. a glitch. there's gotta be a lot of elecricity involved in that. which would, certifiably, course through the nearest outlet. i.e. YOU!
aw fuck it.
frustration. cupcakes in people's hair whom you don't even know but definately, defiantly, dislike, for reasons forever unknown. ya'll don't need it.
"birthday blues?" he says.
you guess so.
you guess so.
happy n' not quite sad but more strange. suck it!
it's five minutes past another year.
you made it.