So i turn 23 in like 10 minutes...

hmm, what a feeling, i do not feel any different than i did when i was 22...well i feel like i fucked up another year of my life but that feeling always comes on the 1st September

Although i have to say the last year has pretty much been the one i fucked up most of the stuff i was supposed to not fuck up...oh man i get a kick out of using the word fucked up...fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up.fucked up...who cares it is my birthday so i can do whatever the fuck i want...

Hmm strange thing is that this is the first year that i spent my last hour as a 22 year old at a gas station buying cigarettes and whiskey from a guy named Bob, i guess and some drunk dude that was having a coffee...

that is something new...

thx, so long for now and keep them years coming i just keep knocking em down...

Happy birthday to me...only 4 years till i am 27...you all know what that means!

So today is or was strange

I was visiting my grandparents and after we had lunch i just had to take a nap. Just like 30 minutes long or so. After I woke up again i was feeling kind of confused. I mean I had a terrible dream bout ants and god knows why ants, i mean ants...really? But the confusion I had was because of the little dots i was seeing on the ceilling...dots that are not there for real.

But to get back to the point i was lying in front of the TV tonight and suddenly i recognized black dots on the wall. I know tha if there were real dots it would be fine but there are not. The only thing that is there is a huge big fucking red wall but the dots...they kind of freaked me out.

So i guess the solution could be a) eat more b) sleep more c) do both d) think less...

hmm another solution could be to die but that sounds painful so i rule it out.