BRACKISH

Ding dong, the witch still lives - 24 years after.

My birthday tends to leave me feeling like an overly emotional neurotic nut. It’s the one day where I find it hard to lie to myself and it’s really when I come to terms knowing I’m really not OK. Que Sera Sera. Yada yada.

<Insert a sorry My Chemical Romance kinda rant about how the world is cold, and we’re all going to be alone till the day we die so why bother.>

Anyways, this year, I’ve decided to be thankful and appreciative over everything I do have. I don’t have much. I’m not Kim K. (I just have her ass), but you know I have a roof over my head, I don’t go to bed hungry, I don’t have acne (this is something you have no idea how thankful I am about), I am not balding (only my BF is - poor dear), my toe and finger nails are intact (and kept well) and I don’t possess ugly ass tribal tattoos (I apologize if you do, but to each his/hers own).

Safe to say, I’m pretty damn lucky and I really don’t have the right to complain. So I am going to be grateful and know that while I’m not living the high life down in the Hamptons, I’m not in a refugee camp somewhere clinging on to dear life. I just wish this feeling came to be sooner cos I look back and think about what a selfish ungrateful bitch I have and always been. Well, I’m going to try to refresh that and in the meantime google at Rico aka Zombieboy because my, my, my I have never seen a skeleton so handsome in my life. And with a french accent /dies.

SO happy early birthday to me and hooray for Hakkaido cream cakes my lovely mother went out of her way to buy for me!