Today is a Bad Day
This morning I got to watch the sun rise. Insomnia can be charming.
This entry has a purpose: I feel it prudent to inform you that I shall soon be older, and in a more thematic sense than my everyday background aging.
I'm not particularly happy about it. My propensity towards high visibility has convinced me to refrain from obtaining that blessed little ballon. I garnered enough attention with my fake birthday (I believe it comprised the month of May?) and I'd just as soon avoid anonyme well wishers.
In explanation: I've always been a little neurotic about birthdays. They're worse than new lovers when it comes to inexorable dissapointment. I don't think I've had many that were particularly pleasant. The year just gone was a such total and complete cock-up that I almost forswore the blasted things entirely.
However.
I've decided that it's high time I stopped taking what I'm given, so I shall take steps to ensure that what is ostensibly my day is actually worth my time. This year will be different, else I really will throw in the towel entirely.
Seventh of September. I'm determined to make this one worthwhile. Feel free to drop by and give me some love.
Impending Death & Smutty Kisses,
Jaquelin
This morning I got to watch the sun rise. Insomnia can be charming.
This entry has a purpose: I feel it prudent to inform you that I shall soon be older, and in a more thematic sense than my everyday background aging.
I'm not particularly happy about it. My propensity towards high visibility has convinced me to refrain from obtaining that blessed little ballon. I garnered enough attention with my fake birthday (I believe it comprised the month of May?) and I'd just as soon avoid anonyme well wishers.
In explanation: I've always been a little neurotic about birthdays. They're worse than new lovers when it comes to inexorable dissapointment. I don't think I've had many that were particularly pleasant. The year just gone was a such total and complete cock-up that I almost forswore the blasted things entirely.
However.
I've decided that it's high time I stopped taking what I'm given, so I shall take steps to ensure that what is ostensibly my day is actually worth my time. This year will be different, else I really will throw in the towel entirely.
Seventh of September. I'm determined to make this one worthwhile. Feel free to drop by and give me some love.
Impending Death & Smutty Kisses,
Jaquelin
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Sorry I'm such a slacker, but between the stie, writing, the group and work I'm shy on time to even get drunk. I drank more coffee than alcohol today, surely a first in my lifetime.