it’s it. today is it.
I am notoriously depressed on my b-day. I haven’t yet slept, so it’s not quite “real” yet, but I think today will be not so much depression as introspection. (that’s how the depression starts, really.)
I have celebrated by reading my other birthday blog entry. I don’t quite know how that’s celebration, but go with me here.
poems are floating emotion
“flailing emotive words”
a mutually destructive relationship
between sentence and semantics
I purchased soul caliber II tonight. It’s suppose to be a present from Nate, but I know he doesn’t have any money till friday, so I bought it for myself so I had something to do before Laura got home tonight. But she got home early, and watched me play it for far too long.
The dream that is life wakes in death.
An aspiration to eternity
tucked into the back pocket of god —
life a cigarette sucked through your asshole.
Happy Birthday, cute birthday boy!
I love you!
*kiss*
(I take full responsibility for being mushy in public)
Happy Birthday, Grid! I love you in an entirely different way than Laura, but it is love nonetheless. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – you’re one of my favorite people! Wheelie!
Have a good birthday. You’re a swell person.
Happy Birthday, Grid. hmmm since we seem to be emoting about you and our feelings for you on your birthday — I’m awfully fond of you. You’re a sweet potato.
Happy Belated B-day friend of mine whose birthday is one day past mine.
I just learned about your site! I love it.
Irene