Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I hate birthdays. To me, they are cliched, pathetic attempts at being happy, but none of it is real. I thought about throwing my own 'Last of the Twenties' birthday party, seeing that I will only be turning twenty-nine once. But somehow the reverie that ought to come with celebrating seems to dissipate. I don't need an excuse to spend time with people I like to spend time with.