23

I'm turning into one of those people who hates having birthdays. Mainly I hate spending them alone. Guess I really am a social creature; I want to be with others. This week was essentially desolate. Work, school, work, school. Uneventful for turning lame 23. Oh well. Ben is on the eastside right now shredding some mammoth pow. Lucky bum gets to play in heaven on the most awesome pow weekend of the year. I feel like I'm getting stir crazy, and I need to clear my head. The city does nothing for me. I'm hating restaurants, roads, driving, cars, cell phones, fashion, malls, buildings, suburbs, mowed lawns.... Itching for that off the beaten path, under the radar, into the wild life. It's time to go.