Well, I did it. I made it to 28. It's a strange number to me, but I can't quite figure out why. 27 felt a lot younger, 28 feels more like a "you'd better have all your shit together" age.
I'm ok with that.
I got an interesting email today. There's a site called FutureMe.org, and you can send an email to your future self. Apparently I forgot that I wrote one on July 16, 2010 - to be sent to me today:
Life right now sucks monkeyballs.
Remember when you used to like monkeys?
Yeah. You don't anymore.
Hope everything is better by the time you read this.
Hope you're finally happy.
Ah yes. Sunshine, lollipops and emo mood swings. 2010 was awesome.
And for the record? I do still like monkeys. PastMe was a liar and quite possibly a thief. I can't prove that, though.
I just want to thank everyone, friends & acquaintances, for all the great birthday wishes. You know who you are, and you've brought a smile to my face today. Such nice messages make the letdowns less significant and have truly made my day.
Speaking of making my day - my wonderful friend Mark sent me this earlier. It's like he knows me or something!
And now to see who I'll be spending the birthday with. Maybe no one, maybe everyone.