Hip. Hip. Hooray.

At least one person seemed to care to say "Happy Birthday!"

Which was followed by 13 or so punches...and then he realised he was going to be late for the gym and so he told me he would owe me the rest later.

Thanks.

I'm 25 and im still alive.

Guess that is something to be grateful for.

When i was in my teens, I was thinking, if I had a choice, I would choose to die at 30. At the pinnacle of my life. And at least there would be people to cry at my funeral...and in terms of vanity, I would look good dead. So, that would be on the plus side, right?

I think I was envisioning that I would die alone...and if that was the case, then why suffer 50 odd years or more being just that - alone? Might as well be alone for a short time, it wouldn't get old and I would still have friends and family around to grieve over me.

But 30 is only 5 years away now. Very short. I still want to travel the world, but I can't right now. I guess I should put together a plan and action it before I turn 30...that would give me 5 years to achieve it...and thats doable, right?

Happy Birthday to me.

Hip.

Hip.

Hooray.