Although I declared some time ago that the entire month of June was to be an annual festival to celebrate my birth, this is the actual anniversary of June 8, 1981. I am officially 26. I feel old.
All things considered, I’m already declaring it my worst birthday ever. I begin to wonder why I wake up in the morning.
:/ Why? It can’t be that bad!
Happy Birthday, you bitter old man you!
26? I’m looking at 31. i wish I was 26 again. Happy Birthday youngin’