I shouldn’t be surprised, one comes with the other. Tomorrow I turn 30 years old. Such a monumental birthday if ever there was one. No longer twenty-something, rather a whole decade older. What a fucking slap in the face.
With old age (ok so I’m not that old) comes health problems and so today, as a prelude to my special day tomorrow, I chipped a tooth by doing nothing more than breathing. It just decided to fall apart. Yesss! Oh woe is me and all that.
On a brighter note, I’m really looking forward to this weekend and drowning my sorrows!
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Shit hey..
Well Happy Birthday anyway. You dont need teeth to take photos
Well that is not that bad, it could always be worse, but if you want to forget this getting old thingy, well than its time for a tattoo a motor cycle and rides in the outbacks of Australia.
But in any case happy Birthday.