The title explains it all.
In a matter of days it's my birthday, my 20th. First, it's not as huge as the big ol' 21st birthday but it's still pretty awesome that I'm ascending to the second decade alive without managing to lose my life.
So I was sort of excited.
Then I realised just who I'd be spending my birthday with.
My family, as good as their intentions are, are split down the middle thanks to the cock-handed escapades of my mother who decided life living on the couch with a part time job and a decent home to brag about wasn't good enough, so she ran off with some random biker who apparently was friends with my father in the good ol' days, meaning that whatever happy moment I seem to find in this otherwise awkward situation during my birthday will be abruptly quenched by my father insisting that my mother should just go ahead and die.
(Because we haven't heard that enough for the past 2 years)
My girlfriend, my angel, unfortunately finds herself in Scotland on a job. What she does is of no concern however I can say that involves her to travel at times and no, you silly creep, she's not a high class prostitute. Now go wash your sweaty ball-sack smelling hands before dirtying your keyboard further.
My friends were my biggest hope. Usually on Saturdays we, as a group of about... 10 or 12 of us would find ourselves in one of our houses to party or just to even hang out in front of the TV with a games console or an incredibly bad movie. Regrettably, a split between me and one of my so called "Friends" led to being singled out of the group despite being the person who hosts most of these parties in my own house. What are friends for eh?
So, 20th birthday. Drinks all around.
(Note: I'm messaging as a means to get this off my chest, not a ***** session in which I can seek attention for the purpose of a five minute thrill. I'm not that desperate... No really.)
In a matter of days it's my birthday, my 20th. First, it's not as huge as the big ol' 21st birthday but it's still pretty awesome that I'm ascending to the second decade alive without managing to lose my life.
So I was sort of excited.
Then I realised just who I'd be spending my birthday with.
My family, as good as their intentions are, are split down the middle thanks to the cock-handed escapades of my mother who decided life living on the couch with a part time job and a decent home to brag about wasn't good enough, so she ran off with some random biker who apparently was friends with my father in the good ol' days, meaning that whatever happy moment I seem to find in this otherwise awkward situation during my birthday will be abruptly quenched by my father insisting that my mother should just go ahead and die.
(Because we haven't heard that enough for the past 2 years)
My girlfriend, my angel, unfortunately finds herself in Scotland on a job. What she does is of no concern however I can say that involves her to travel at times and no, you silly creep, she's not a high class prostitute. Now go wash your sweaty ball-sack smelling hands before dirtying your keyboard further.
My friends were my biggest hope. Usually on Saturdays we, as a group of about... 10 or 12 of us would find ourselves in one of our houses to party or just to even hang out in front of the TV with a games console or an incredibly bad movie. Regrettably, a split between me and one of my so called "Friends" led to being singled out of the group despite being the person who hosts most of these parties in my own house. What are friends for eh?
So, 20th birthday. Drinks all around.
(Note: I'm messaging as a means to get this off my chest, not a ***** session in which I can seek attention for the purpose of a five minute thrill. I'm not that desperate... No really.)
