Each day that passes by, every sunrise and sunset brings us each one day closer to dying. I believe that our only subconscious way of dealing with this is by the uncertainty of how long our life span will be. Each year there are special days, holiday, and other marks upon our biological calendar that remind us that another year has passed. Sure I know my birthday is tomorrow, as do you. Myself, I am surprised I’ve lasted this long before getting depressed over it. Usually this will set in much sooner. What else would you expect though? I always get this way every year. I’m not terribly depressed over getting older, sure I’m not thrilled, but who is? Twenty-two is not an age that counts, or matters for anything. Actually come to think of it, I don’t think there are any from here on out that count for anything. I’m over twenty-one, I “can” drink, though I choose not to, I “can” go clubbing though I also rarely choose to. I guess eighteen was the last important birthday to me. Oh well… enough dwelling.
I’m sure everyone got an invite from Billy as to the birthday gathering. If you got missed on myspace, he has planned an outing at Piedmont Park, on Saturday April 26th all afternoon, for people to come by and say hello and such. So if you’d like to stop by feel free. This is the only party there will be, there is not going to be some house trashing, alcohol bingeing, sex party… I’m not like other people, none of those three interest me so, don’t bring alcohol, and don’t bring condoms, its a safe for the whole family event. Hope to see everyone there. If you want more details just ask someone.
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Location: Lilburn GA, United States