Finally I'm thirty, finally I can to old to a lot of things... (yeaaah, I don't think so...)
I really don't know why do people celebrate birthdays. They are so depressive to me that I can't just celebrate being depressed.
I celebrate DAYS, HOURS, SECONDS, LIFES... I can't wait till complete one whole year to celebrate my life, I wanna celebrate every second of that. Drinking a bear with friends,
playing games (RPG, CARDS, SPORTS), having a lot of sex, feelling the goddess and the gods...
I feel myself really empty when a lot of people comes to my facebook page to say "happy birthday" to me, but the majority of this people don't even knows me and they just remember of that date just because the FB has a "birthday reminder" engine... and I'm about to cancel that fucking shit.
But anyway, last saturday I made a little (but nice) celebration with the possible future Ms. Gavazzi... I think I'm in love.
