Well, my birthday rolled around a couple weeks ago and it kinda sucked. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say it sucked, cause there were some definite things about it that didn’t suck. Like the following:
a) I had a wicked evening prior with a good friend of mine.
b) My best friend came with me to complete the purchase and pick-up of my new old car.
My heart wells up with pride when I consider my purchase. So sleek, so sexy, so alluring. How can anyone resist me behind the wheel of this thing. Out of modesty, so as not to appear like I’m bragging, I’ve decided to post a “limited view” photo of this new, wonderful thing. Try not to get too excited when you see it.
The parts that sucked about my birthday were as follows:
a) I am a year older and feeling “dirtier” by the minute
b) I am a year older and feeling “dirtier” by the minute
c) I am a year older and feeling “dirtier” by the minute
I had a bit of separation anxiety as well, considering the fact that I parted from a loved one at Canadian Tire later that day after picking up the car, to take my own car, my own way, in a separate direction, to go home, instead of that loved one driving me home, as per usual. It was snowing. It was dreary. It was dismal. I felt so weird and lonely. It was just pathetic, really. I’m starting to cry just thinking about it. LOL.
The following night I suffered the same separation anxiety, but this time, it was leaving the movie theatre after watching a movie. It was snowing. It was dreary. It was dismal. I felt so weird and lonely. It was just pathetic. I’m still crying if you really must know.
Are you guys noticing a pattern, or do you need me to continue ? Where’s my Kleenex.
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