Discopants and Haircuts

It’s my birthday.. not that anyone remembers. I say that not for sympathy, actually quite the opposite. I like that it falls so close to Christmas and New Years. It’s always been the birthday no one remembers. The only person who remembers is Mom, of course, with good reason. She bore the brunt of my existence. Actually she bore ( I hope I am spelling that right) pretty much everything I put her through.

BTW. I apologize for not visiting anyone else’s sites lately. I am fucking exhausted from life right now. I hope to find some time, in the near future, to peruse my other bloggin’ friends.

Back to the point. Maybe Moms should be honored on our birthday. For God’s sake… Most people hate it anyway. I, for one, care very little about it. I don’t care that I am getting older. I am still 24 in my head. I don’t care about any of it. If anything it stresses other people out because, on top of their life ‘tasks’ they need to ‘get’ or ‘do’ something for someone.

I don’t mind the occasional surprise party with a keg and some good friends though… You know… laughter, nakedness and donkeys.
Happy Birthday Mom… I love you for all you have put up with….