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Every year I make it to my birthday is a day that should be spent thanking the stars for all the death-defeating stunts I pull. Last night I almost t-boned a van on my bike and then nearly missed riding in front of a car. Both involved skid-stops. This is one day.
I really do not like my birthday. Everybody else has a birthday in July and I just don't feel special. This year, I feel extra-unspecial. Why and how? Well, I haven't heard anything from either my father or my brother in months-birthday included. This is especially strange as I am a TWIN. Yep, my bro knows its my birthday too, but he won't call me or contact me in any way as he is too busy with his "weeklong birthday celebration for ME" (Side note: Self was not invited)

Well look at this sad bird. Friends? Ah yes, I do have them. Unfortunately in this busy time in their lives, they could give a flying fuck about my birthday. One called me to personally cancel. Another just did not show up for her "Super birthday celebration weekend" she had promised me. The closer the hours get to my birth, the greater the amount of suck involved. I'm not riding my bike in case I am meant to perish on this 28th year of my life. I died already and the first time was a real downer.

So here I stride (not ride) into my unspecial fucktarded day. I would get a tattoo of a black broken heart to commemorate this time, but I am too broke. The money I do have is buying me some hard booze tonight. I had planned on barhopping a bit with friends, but I will now sit on my floor with a shot glass and numb the remnants of 27 years of tragedy out of my system.

Does this qualify for FML?

Home is where Home is.

Loves the bike cause it takes me home! My weekend in Modesto certainly realligned me and my priorities. Being with my mom and homegirls makes me so very happy. They know the nitty gritty and I know the city like nothing else. My home is the place where I come home wasted from the local bar and my mom takes me to Jack in the Box soooo wasted I could not read the menu board. My mom was also impressed with my photographic memory that she tested all weekend.


My time with Sylvia was wonderful. We shared secrets while drinking 40's in the local park. I also learned that when wearing a skirt, you can pee most gracefully upon the grass. She redid my hair and made it look so nice. She kept staring and calling me beautiful. Love the friends.

My wait for the train was fun as I played on my bike and balanced and rode in loops. I put on some jams and just took in the cow shit smells and plethora of bugs that bring me right back to when I was 18 and a wild bird freed from her cage. I can't wait (but I will) to go back again.