I think there comes a time when you know you're getting old when the simple pleasures in life are no more. I remember how ecstatic I would get as a kid when it was my birthday. You could catch me running around the house screaming at the top of my lungs, IT's MY DIRTDAY! Who can be bothered to pronounce proper? Not me back then. I went on for years calling this time of year my dirt day with no one correcting me.

Through the later years all those pleasures faded away and the one day of the year I could call mine was just another day to me. It probably doesn't help that my parents could give two shits about their homo son on this day. Don't expect anything in the mail Statik, don't fool yourself into thinking that maybe this year will be any different. I could probably forget this day all together if it wasn't for the fact my partners bday is eight days before mine. I see him get all kinds of cards, checks, wishes, etc in the mail around this time while I'm left to feel sorry for myself. I know it's a selfish attitude but it is what it is, is it not? Try saying that ten times fast.

Oh well, another year to tack on my life cycle starting tomorrow.