My birthday weekend, or “why ziplines and beer don’t mix”
Oh jolly ole’ birthday weekend, you are so wonderful! I can be a bitch and then be all “it’s my birthday weekend” and all is good in the hood. I don’t really mind getting older because I’m still not ancient so another year doesn’t mean another medication at this point. I am now the age of Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, and Jimi Hendrix when they died so I am skipping the heroin altogether this year. It’s kinda my birthday resolution.
Saturday night my friend threw me a party at her house. This was not a good idea since last time I was there I got drunk and went down her half pike on my ass (there was a skateboard involved). on purpose. They now have a sky chair and a zip line. I guess you can see where this is going? When you are 15 feet in the air and you tell someone to “drop you” you should probably be specific. I wasn’t, and they dropped me. on purpose. Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
There was also a zipline, and a mystery gigataziod cut on my leg, but other than that I played rockband until the sun came up and had a merry old time.
Looking back on my life thus far I can pretty much say that I am rad as shit. To be so young (which I am) I think I have accomplished a lot. So much in fact that I’m not doing shit this year. That’s right, I’m taking it easy and taking up marijuana, because something has to replace the heroin, right?
There’s always meth.
oh who needs heroin when there are so many ziplines?