Well, here we go again, my birthday.

If anyone ever knew that I was God was born on September 3rd 1974 at 3:42 am, they’d probably do an astrology reading for me.

What is it with Birthdays, I never understood why people give you shit because you survived another year. I get that humans, we, I am human after all, get programmed when we are young and people get excited and all that shit.

When you turn 50, I worked today. People on Facebook were good to me.

No one, no one saw me today.

If I wasn’t alone most of the time, I would probably feel like shit.

But I’m alone most the time so I don’t get lonely.

It was a gravy day.