Happy Birthday....

Well.. my birthday is officially over and I am ready for bed. I feel like a bag of rusty nails that were beaten with a wet rag...whatever that feels like... All I know is that my neck aches like a motherfucker.
  For my birthday, God, in all His wisdom, has decided to give me the gift of a Four Car Collision for my special day.  My car was completely hammered and I doubt it will be repairable.
  My neck and shoulders hurt like nuts, but Im not one to complain so I will sleep on it and see if I feel better.
  I texted a bunch of my "friends" and only 3 people showed up... I made more friends with the local pub crawlers.. so much for friendship.
  I deleted my Facebook account, once and for all.  I am surprisingly ok with my decision.  Im tired of all that shit anyway. .....  got into a small bar brawl, which was more ridiculous than anything else... but hey, its a story to tell, and no one was hurt.
  So! My car is totalled, my friends kind of suck, and I am feeling about as alone and desolated as I have in a long time.  The ex came out for a drink and bounced out after a short time, on some weak premise...forgetting that I can see right through her bullshit excuses... 
  fuck, it doesnt matter.  None of this does.


  So I guess I have a funny story to tell.. four car pile up for my birthday.  Anyone else feel like bitching and whining about their lives? I have no problem slapping the shit outta you because you have no idea what real hardship is
about. It seems I am writing the book on it.

  Happy birthday. 

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