March 14, 2002 | 10:01 PM Birthday
March 15th. The Ides of March. My birthday. 25. twenty-five. I am only two years younger than Kurt Cobain was when he shot himself. I was 17 when he died. I was home sick from school and I sat in the shower and cried and cried and cried and then I stayed home for three more days even though I wasn�t really sick anymore. I just couldn�t bear to leave the house My heart is broke I have some glue Help me inhale Mend it with you 25 fucking years old and how much smarter am I than I was that day when I sat in a dark bathroom, rocking back in forth in the tub with the water beating down on my head. I travel through a tube and end up in your infection Much smarter actually. Much much smarter. I am 25 and the number of years I�ve lived while my father is dead is greater than the number of years we were both alive at the same time. Sometimes I look back and I can�t believe all the things I�ve seen and all the things I�ve done and everything that�s happened. And. I am only 25 years old. There is so much more ahead. And now. This is actaully the most sane and most together I have felt ever. Ever in my whole life. I fought so hard to get here. And I am glad. Happy birthday to me. Jesus. 25. No more excuses. ***I will do a SAGA update most likely tomorrow. Unless someone whisks me away for some surprise fabulous birthday vacation. Stranger things have happened to me. Who knows.
time capsule from heaven - Sunday, Aug. 21, 2011 31 - Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008 Dead/Alive - Monday, Mar. 10, 2008 Do not trustTIAA-CREF-- they are fucking their customers - Friday, Jul. 28, 2006 Shilling - Tuesday, Jul. 11, 2006
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