This is it. My last day of being 24. Every time my birthday rolls around I try to use the day before to reflect on the year. You know like will I be a better person? Will I be smarter finally? All that goofy, sappy stuff.
Last year I worked on a different team at my primary job. And those people got me presents and a cake. This time nobody did. I can’t complain though. I mean you can’t get mad at someone for not spending money on you. But even a card would have been something uplifting after the year I’ve had. And what do those cost? $2? Well, the fancy new ones with sound are more like $5, that’s a bit crazy I know. Maybe when I come back, the people that were off today will have left me something. I’ll let you know.
Tomorrow, on my actual birthday, I need to stay with my mom at home. So I won’t be doing much until my dad gets home from work. And even then, I need to help my b/f clean his house to host my b-day party. So definitely a quiet birthday but a tremendous aftershock with the party I hope. I even scheduled a hangover day. I know, I am so smart.
Recall back to the theme of this whole blog. This is the worst year of my life to date. I am very apprehensive to what my birthday party will bring. So far, nobody seems to care that it is even my birthday. We all got ‘em right? I know, but that is just another thing that depresses me on top of everything else in my life.
On the bright side, this year is almost over. Less than two months to go.
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