Old Bones

It was me birfday yesterday. 29 years old. Shared it with a sore throat, how exciting.

I’m finding that the more birthdays I have, the less I care about them. I remember when I was little(r), I used to look forward to my birthday coming around, mainly for all the presents, I guess.

I look forward to my kids’ birthdays instead. Then I can play with their toys, heehee.