It’s my BIRTHDAY, bitches!
by admin on Sep.18, 2008, under Opinions
Twenty years ago, to this day, the greatest thing since sliced bread came into this world. The most gifted human being since Jesus was born. A person that all of you underlings should worship for being the most awesome person ever: Me.
What? Did you really think I wouldn’t say something unbelievably arrogant? It’s my birthday. I can do whatever the fuck I want to. I could punch a baby in the face after lighting a cat on fire and decapitating a monkey, and it would be okay.
Birthdays are magical days. Days that we get to turn one year older, and yet don’t really feel that much different. More responsibilities are given to us, and we shun them for 24 hours as we gleefully soak up everyone congratulating us on being one step closer to death. Slightly morbid, I know.
Next year I turn 21. The infamous 2-1. The age of legalized alcohol purchasing, ending club restrictions, and purchasing of handguns. That is the day I will be thrilled to reach. Today, I’m no longer a teenager. That era is over, and my parents can rejoice.
Happy Birthday to ME!
- Robert
September 18th, 2008 on 11:43 am
ah, 20.. the last time you think you’re special on your birthday.
You’ll understand next year after the hangover wears off.