My upstairs neighbours is either:
A: having sex (finally)
B: masturbating furiously
C: Sawing something in half?
all i want is sex
Okay, so I’m sorry if this comes off narcissistic, but it’s my birthday and I am fucking happy about it. For a long time I never thought birthdays meant much other than receiving hollow gifts and sentiments from lots of different people in my life. But as I get older, there are less people giving me things, but the things they give mean so much more.
And whats more than that, I should be proud. I have lasted for 20 years. This world is as great as it is terrible and jesus christ sometimes I am amazed i’ve made it this long without drastically getting injured or institutionalized. So there. Happy birthday to me and here’s to the next one.