How did I get here?
Today.
This City.
At this table.
In these pants.
With this job.
Liking this food.
Today.
This City.
At this table.
In these pants.
With this job.
Liking this food.
With the haircut!
Wow, I have changed over the years, and that's what its all about!
Birthdays should never be lied about, or pushed aside. Its one day, only one, where you rein supreme over all that is. This is your day, the only one that you can mark on a calendar as the first day of your next turn around the sun.
This is it, we have time on earth. And time is reflected in dates, and time is counted in years. YEARS............................OLD..........................YEARS...........................OLD
Why do people not like birthdays? Maybe because on this day you will undoubtedly be asked...
How OLD are you?
This is how I see it. One day, long ago, some crazy women decided that with each passing day they were one step closer to hopping on the Ugly Bus. The only way to avoid this non-stop ride to Ugly Town was to lie about their age, because if anyone knew their REAL age, they would have to pack it in and die right there. I know, I know, the logic is flawless but its all the lies I just can't live with! (Cue the laughing track now)
OK, maybe its just a flaw in the space time continuum that some how sucks the 'Happy Birthday' out of the memories of these helpless ladies and replaces it with 'Fear the Birthday'
JULY 15, 1983
That is the day I was born and therefore I am having a PARTY. You may think "Well you're in the prime of your life of course you don't care who knows how old you are, just wait until you are my age (still not disclosing their age) then lets see how excited you are about your Birthday"
Oh Negative Nancy, when will you ever learn!
Oh Negative Nancy, when will you ever learn!
