Come think of it, assuming I live to 72, I'm a third of my way to the grave. The way around this, is of course, increasing my life expectancy as I age, but I hardly think I'm gonna hit anything beyond 75 given the rate I smoke and drink. Birthdays suddenly don't seem like a good thing anymore. Regardless, many thanks to you boys (and some girls) who came down! I had a really smashing (literally) time!
Pictures!
/S East-siders! TMNTs in full force if you can't saggf... Peter Gout Guest Appearance! Dennis's RARE appearance
Jazz colleagues And regulars. i hope it comes true. Playing some sure lose game with the cake
It was a good night, thanks again to those who made it possible! =)
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love" - Neil Gaiman
I wake up, I go to work, I come home, I sleep. In between I look for excuses to drink a lot of beer. Perpetually misunderstood as bad company, although in reality, a timid and mild-mannered boy.
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