It’s my birthday! Woo hoo!
So I’m free to complain about stuff.
Today I’m going to complain about my clothes. A certain somebody insisted on doing my washing for me, fantastic I thought. How wrong I was. The clothes were washed, left in the machine for a day, hung on the line just before it rained and left on a table downstairs to fester all night though the sun was out today and they’d have been fine. Yes, I’ve been alive for a quarter of a century and I smell absolutely revolting and want to break stuff.

Oh yeah. Also. Check this out people, the end is coming:

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9 Responses to

  1. poranila_se says:

    happy birthday. drink a few beers, on my behalf.

  2. amnesiac81 says:

    Happy Birthday! – hope you can enjoy it despite clothes-related problems ;)

  3. hiredg00n says:

    Happy Birthday man! Sorry about the smell, but a few beers will take your mind off of it easy! =)

  4. _kindred says:

    Hi! I just randomly came across your journal, and I thought I’d wish you a very happy birthday.
    That is all. :)

  5. Anonymous says:

    happy birthday.
    the suns shining. everythings kinda ok for once. i thought 20 was bad, but yeah, i can see how quarter of a century might be construed as bad. that wasnt so nice of me to say.
    love bea

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