And so it passes....

Many realizations come to you around the time of your birthday. A week ago I attended a concert where my buddies' band was playing. THey are a metal band, so I was inclined to headbang like I was 20, and jump into a mosh pit. That was a mistake on both parts, I got my ankle stepped on and was walking with a limp for a couple days. My neck still hurts and I have trouble moving it from left to right and back. I'm not really a person who complains when I don't feel good, I dislike sympathy for some reason. My kids woke me up yesterday morning, I got a new coffee mug and a dozen roses, both which match my xbox(green). I went with my family to see Spidey 3, not bad, but in places it dragged on so slowly. I understand they want to wrap up any unresolved storylines, but fuck, I had to piss twice during and once after. That and the beer was flat, I was dissapointed in that. All and all though, It was a good day. For some reason, I don't like to remember other's birthdays ( sorry rabb, yours wasn't intentional), especially my parents. Hell, I'm not a big fan of celebrating my own for the most part. I just don't wanna acknowledge I'm getting older, and my wife's rap music annoys the piss outta me. My body is slowly turning south on me ad I'm only 33 ( BTW Doodi, it would be great if you could reflect the passage of time on our profiles, according to the site I'm still 31.) I don't feel like I'm getting that much wiser, but I know I'm getting more cranky. And I guess that does it for today, see you kids in the funny pages.