The 23rd of this month is my birthday. Big whoop. This was exciting when I was a teen. But no more.
At some point we all dont care about our own birthdays and scramble to remember others birthdays instead.

Why is this? I have no fucking clue, but I can say that I care more about getting a better job, making ends meet and preventing my overall insanity with distractions so the demon doesn't escape again. (don't ask)

You what I want for my birthday? Nothing. Not just any nothing. I want an absence of bills, traffic tickets, drunk women, loud obnoxious neighbors and stink-free dogs. Now THAT would be an awesome birthday present!

I sound old now...