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I'm getting old, I probably have forty years left before I die... hell, given my life style I'll probably be dead much sooner than that. I might make one more blog post before I head out, or move on... or return this stolen laptop to it's rightful owner. Haha, I mean I don't even own a computer anymore.
It's been all day... and no one out in the IRL even said Happy Birthday to me. Typicall. It's always like this. Even when I was a kid no one ever came to my birthday parties. Eric looks at the giant cake on the table. I don't even know why I bothered to bake such a large cake for the occasion. I'm always left to eat the entire thing myself. Eric begins to sing in his lonely but angelic voice. ~Happy birthday to~ sniff sob ~me~~ Happy birthday to me~~ *looks around at the empty kitchen hoping that maybe a few friends would come out of no where, maybe shout surprise... nothing happens* Happy birthday to Errr-ic. Happy birthday... to me...
He blows out the single candle he put on the cake. Wishes never come true do they. He garbs a chunk of the cake with his bare hands, stuff it in his greasy mouth while screeching, "I'm so fuckin' lonely!" he sobs and eats the rest of the cake, the whole thing... all while crying and muttering, "So lonely..."
I'll admit it. Every day I vote Denis Kucinich on the top five.
Boss
shit son , you're homeless now right? well,
good luck and every once in awhile
keep us updated from some shitty library
NeverHundred
lol k.