Lucubration Station

Best birthday present ever: Miners Rescued

I started a post on my birthday, it went like this:

Todays my birthday! whoo!
well kind of, like every year I got excited about my birthday. Mum asked what I wanted her to cook for my birthday dinner, she always says I can have whatever I want, and I always ask for 'porcupine meatballs.' This time I tried to think of something differant, something exotic or forgotton but in the end had to say porcupine meatballs. As poodlehead pointed out, it's tradition.
Then this morning when I woke up eager for present opening I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
I saw my fat, saggy self with bleached and tangled hair, first wrinkles already in town. Waking up early like a child, from the excitement of the day. I saw myself living rent free with my parents, having my clothes washed and food cooked for me.
Talk about a pathetic excuse for a person. ugh.
Never before has a birthday meant anything but excitement and celebrations. This year its a day for smacking myself in the face with the depressing nature of my life and situation.
Yuck!
stupid spacemonkey, you even ruined my birthdays for me.
FUCK YOU.