nigga's getting old!

Today is my BIRTHDAY! I don't know why I'm so excited about it, it's not like I have any big plans for tonight...well, I mean besides getting fucked up!

Yeup, twenty-seven years ago I popped out of my momma's womb. Jeebus! I've actually been telling people that I'm 27 for most of last year. I have to quit that. I'm too damned young to start forgetting how old I am. I don't feel it though. I mean sure the hair is receding, my face looks aged, my body sometimes aches, but I still feel young at heart. And that's all that matters I guess.

Anyway, there used to be a point in my life where I dreaded my birthdays. It meant I lived another year. Now, I'm ecstatic when my birthdays come around, because it means I've lived another year. I have soo many people in my life that I love and I know love me...and I am grateful every day for that. Time to get my noon drink on. I wonder how many drinks I can have during lunch before my coworkers suspect something. I'm totally kidding, even I can't drink this early.