How wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying.
Listening to: My Chemical Romance // Our Lady Of Sorrows
Birthday celebrations have never really been my thing since I turned 12.
The agony of having to slave over the blowing of balloons and the preparations of party packs got to me one day and I just decided that a birthday is just like any other day. My birthday wishes have taken on a rather monotonous tone as all I ever wish for is to be happy and for everyone around me to feel the same always.
Now, even the sentence "Happy Birthday" is enough to plaster a giant smile on my face for the next ten minutes. A simple cake does the same, except the smile lasts for a good hour or two.
In an unexpected turn of events though, I didn't get a cake.
Oh no. I didn't get a cake, alright.
I got three. :)
As for birthday greetings, I got at least 20 this year.
It may not sound like much, but it meant the world to me. Even though not everyone remembered, the ones who did, filled my heart with such a delirious sense of joy to the point where it seemed as if the world no longer seemed to be stuck in a state of black and white, but one that had splashes of colour in the right places.
Therefore, I thank everyone who has made my birthday even more enjoyable from the deep, dark depths of my polluted, misanthropic heart.
Also, I'd like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. As a greeting, I was going to post up a picture of Joseph the Illuminated Idiot (as nicknamed by Uncle Larry), but Joseph looks a little too blurry in the picture. :(
Merry Christmas anyway! And to my machas, lets have a blast this New Year's Eve. We've still got to paint the town in bright, garish hues of red! =D
EDIT @ 9.48pm
HI JOSEPH!!!!
The agony of having to slave over the blowing of balloons and the preparations of party packs got to me one day and I just decided that a birthday is just like any other day. My birthday wishes have taken on a rather monotonous tone as all I ever wish for is to be happy and for everyone around me to feel the same always.
Now, even the sentence "Happy Birthday" is enough to plaster a giant smile on my face for the next ten minutes. A simple cake does the same, except the smile lasts for a good hour or two.
In an unexpected turn of events though, I didn't get a cake.
Oh no. I didn't get a cake, alright.
I got three. :)
As for birthday greetings, I got at least 20 this year.
It may not sound like much, but it meant the world to me. Even though not everyone remembered, the ones who did, filled my heart with such a delirious sense of joy to the point where it seemed as if the world no longer seemed to be stuck in a state of black and white, but one that had splashes of colour in the right places.
Therefore, I thank everyone who has made my birthday even more enjoyable from the deep, dark depths of my polluted, misanthropic heart.
Also, I'd like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. As a greeting, I was going to post up a picture of Joseph the Illuminated Idiot (as nicknamed by Uncle Larry), but Joseph looks a little too blurry in the picture. :(
Merry Christmas anyway! And to my machas, lets have a blast this New Year's Eve. We've still got to paint the town in bright, garish hues of red! =D
EDIT @ 9.48pm
HI JOSEPH!!!!
HAHAHAHHAHAHA.
Funny, this shit is.
1 comment:
Damn!! You got that photo!!?? Shites, he does look like an illuminated idiot! Chuckles! Joseph, Joseph....
Life in the body is still pretty lifeless if there's no life in the mind, heart and soul. Hmmmm..... We would call Gollum 'immortal' but I wouldn't say he's living. ;)
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