My birthday is Dec. 15th. I will be 22 years old. This makes me feel... odd. I should have it all figured out by now, despite what everyone else says. I should be getting up and doing things instead of sleeping till 6 or 7 in the afternoon.

Anyway. Yeah, imminant birthdays approaching. Buy me neat shit to demonstrate, in material measurments, how much you really care about me.

Aw, Fuck........ I just started missing my mother again.. Damnit.