well, its my bday again.

iv survived another year.

its weird. a bday is really just lik "oh, congratulations, you lasted another year!"

"Snaps you didnt get smashd by a bus or get mauld by wild pigs"

i once read in this article, that apparently you are more likely to die around your birthday. now, do you die because its the natural order of things, its a complete coicidence or is it because you've read this article and become so paranoid, you cause it to happen?

how many birthdays do you have to go through before you decree your life pointless? Why should a single day determine how much you have or have not achieved in your life? Some people take their birthdays too seriously. For some, its just a day, coincidently the day you were born. But then again, Time is really just a man-made system. So what relevance do birthdays really have?

how do you know when your mid-life crisis should kick in when no one knows when they're going to die?

It's interesting how when you ask little kids how old they are, they'll tell you "4 and a half" but when you ask a adult how old they are they'll tell you "early 30's"

I just find birthdays mildly depressing.

Dnt ask where i come up with this stuff. The great muses let their inspiration flow over my mortal shell - im just their bitch.