I just honestly don't have anything to say.
It's kind of scary, to be honest with you. I've never experienced a writer's block of such sorts. In fact, it might have actually evolved beyond the point of being just a writer's block - into a lack of things to say. That is the scary part, and I'm not even trying to be funny (or sarcastic.)
I turned 22 a day (or two,) ago. It's funny, I got wishes from the most unexpected people and places.
My girlfriend made me a lot of cheese cake, which was pretty awesome. I might actually have just about enough cheese cake, for once in my life. My love of desserts worries me sometimes. But then I eat cake to feel better, and it always works. I think it's the reason I love cakes to begin with, it's one of those remarkable viscous cycles.
22 years old and I write about cheese cake. This would not be a problem of course, if I wasn't a man (or attracted to women,) of course - now would it? But alas, I can't resist cake.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I think I just can't do the stupid public service announcement birthday blog post any more.
I thought it was cool that Nobia remembered - I have no idea how she does it, but she did. It's a little scary.
Sheeni remembered too, even though I have long felt that she has a birthday calender on a wall in every room of her house. I don't think her (or her mom,) has ever forgotten a single birthday. Ever.
Sam remembered too! It was ridiculous, he called from Saudi Arabia. It was awesome. I really wasn't expecting from hearing from anyone back home.
And can you blame me? I think my parents forgot too, this year. It was kind of funny, but I can't blame them. I would forget too, if I had 4 kids. I barely remembered my own birthday this year, and I don't even have one!
Lala remembered too, which was pretty awesome.
I don't have any profound or introspective thoughts to offer.
Being 22 isn't anything special. Everything is the same as I it was when I wasn't 22. I don't know what I was expecting would be different. Maybe I hoped I would be wiser by now. Or have more answers to the great mysteries of life.
On the contrary, however, I find myself even more lost than ever before. This is what purgatory must feel like, in fact.
Whoops. I just gave out an introspective thought. But still, I didn't lie though, it wasn't much profound.
Or maybe it was. That'll give you something to think about while I go back to exploring things.
It's kind of scary, to be honest with you. I've never experienced a writer's block of such sorts. In fact, it might have actually evolved beyond the point of being just a writer's block - into a lack of things to say. That is the scary part, and I'm not even trying to be funny (or sarcastic.)
I turned 22 a day (or two,) ago. It's funny, I got wishes from the most unexpected people and places.
My girlfriend made me a lot of cheese cake, which was pretty awesome. I might actually have just about enough cheese cake, for once in my life. My love of desserts worries me sometimes. But then I eat cake to feel better, and it always works. I think it's the reason I love cakes to begin with, it's one of those remarkable viscous cycles.
22 years old and I write about cheese cake. This would not be a problem of course, if I wasn't a man (or attracted to women,) of course - now would it? But alas, I can't resist cake.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I think I just can't do the stupid public service announcement birthday blog post any more.
I thought it was cool that Nobia remembered - I have no idea how she does it, but she did. It's a little scary.
Sheeni remembered too, even though I have long felt that she has a birthday calender on a wall in every room of her house. I don't think her (or her mom,) has ever forgotten a single birthday. Ever.
Sam remembered too! It was ridiculous, he called from Saudi Arabia. It was awesome. I really wasn't expecting from hearing from anyone back home.
And can you blame me? I think my parents forgot too, this year. It was kind of funny, but I can't blame them. I would forget too, if I had 4 kids. I barely remembered my own birthday this year, and I don't even have one!
Lala remembered too, which was pretty awesome.
I don't have any profound or introspective thoughts to offer.
Being 22 isn't anything special. Everything is the same as I it was when I wasn't 22. I don't know what I was expecting would be different. Maybe I hoped I would be wiser by now. Or have more answers to the great mysteries of life.
On the contrary, however, I find myself even more lost than ever before. This is what purgatory must feel like, in fact.
Whoops. I just gave out an introspective thought. But still, I didn't lie though, it wasn't much profound.
Or maybe it was. That'll give you something to think about while I go back to exploring things.
