July 21st, 2004



What to do today. Yesterday was a lost day due to taking Vicodin®. This morning was as well. Right now my choices are read India: A History or watch Y tu mamá también. But first, I hobble across the street to the market for some food.

Don't you just wanna be me.

Oh, and later I'll write about another observation. Fun stuff.


Surprise parties

My birthday was last week. Thankfully no one tried to throw me a surprise party. Just so everyone knows, I hate them. I hate being subject to them. I hate organizing them. If you want to do one, do it without me. I'm not a fan of having parties for myself in the first place. Making it a surprise party for me means you won't be my friend. Seriously.

See, I just don't get it. You spend all this time and effort to make a person feel like no one cares to throw them a party. Then you yell Psych! What does this do? Bringing me down before lifting me up? Puh-lease. Two or three weeks of no one cares is made up by 30 seconds of surprise! I think not. Leave me out.

I should shut up before I ramble on the subject of birthdays. For now, let's just say I don't agree with the prevailing culture towards people's birthdays, especially mine.