Put A Gun To My Head And Wake Me Up.

Well, it's 3 o'clock in the morning, the devil's hour, and as you obviously can see, I decided to create my own personal piece of shit blogger. I'll now be just as cool as U-N-CLE.

Screaming and covered in blood, twenty years ago today I was forcefully pushed from the inner cavity of my mother. Today is my birthday.

Martha, took me out to Pizzeria Uno, followed by ice cream at some really expensive place( Gireladies?). I can't thank her enough (:

Remember that scene in Fight Club where Tyler Durden robs the convenience store? Remember what he said to the clerk? Something along the lines of "If you're not on your way to become a veterinarian in so and so weeks, I will kill you." 

I'm getting really tired so I'll make this short. If we as people were to accept our own mortality then perhaps a lot of what we do would not be of the waiting sort. As simple as it sounds, ask yourself if you have accepted death. If you said yes, tell me the last time you weren't frightened when you almost got into a car accident.

I'll expand on this later... as if anyone cares.