I'm dreading my birthday on Monday. Getting older sucks. Plus, it'll be the first birthday that I won't get any presents. I know that Tyler Durden would be disappointed in my stating this, but it makes me sad. It just means that I don't have anyone close enough to me at the moment to care. You know, I don't have a man that thinks I'm awesome and wants to shower me with love. However, I do have an awesome Viggo Fleming who insists on spending the day with me. That warmed my heart. I don't know what I'd do without him.
I think a lot about my last birthday, which was my best one. I was madly in love and got to see Joe Rogan live. You can't beat that. It was a great birthday. I got to spend it with a man I loved inside and out. We had a blast and it was a perfect day. Skip to birthday 2012. Sad face. I'm alone, freaking out about getting older, hating my life and just wanting the day to pass. I don't even have enough money to take myself out to dinner. Poor and alone. At least I've fooled myself into thinking my face yoga is working and that I'm looking younger. Basically, I'm a superficial asshole. Presents and looking younger. Who am I? Zsa Zsa Gabor? What an ass. But, I'm just being honest. I could say I'm concerned about world peace and the fate of humanity, but I'd be lying. We're all concerned about ourselves. It's all we know. Of course, I'm concerned about friends and loved ones. Hell, I'd suffer if it meant their health and happiness. When you get older, you just don't have the mental energy to be anything but honest.