27 times around the sun

I recently have celebrated my 27th time around that great glowing sphere of gas that enables life to go on. I came to realize a few things.

#1. I love absolutely love my birthday. Reason being is that, this is my one day to be compeltely selfish and self-absorbed. I generally put myself last when in company of others, sometimes to the point of detriment. Except on this day, July 8th all things come through me and I like that. I have a problem even going for what I want sometimes though, just because I know some people may not like it.

#2. I'm not where I thought I would be at this point, not that I had any real idea of where I would be, but I definitely didn't believe I'd have a lady that I love and live with (Hugo notwithstanding) and I'm not just talking about, but seriously considering marriage. I never would've thought that. I have my childhood friends still very close to me, they still play huge parts in my life and are constantly around to help me get my mind right and hold me down. I love them for that. My sister is still my bestfriend and supports me in ways that NO ONE else will ever truly understand.

#3. When I celebrate we all celebrate, it's my birthday but fuck it we can all get stupid drunk and make some bad decisions!!