just skip for your own good

I am officially thirty-five. And I really want to thank everyone here at LJ for their kind birthday wishes, since you were the only people who actually remembered. Funny, isn't it? I don't think that ever happened before... but this time actually nobody called to say happy birthday. Not even my parents, which is kind of disturbing. Not to mention the fact that I spent the evening alone, drinking to my computer screen. Now, I never drink alone. I never drink at all, in fact - or at least haven't for many months (unless you count a glass of wine with dinner). So maybe that's why these two glasses of vodka+cola put me in a weird mood. Anyway. Never mind. I'm fine. Going to bed now. Not gonna cry or do anything stupid. I'm a big girl. And yes, I know this is pathetic, but it's my fucking journal and I can be as pathetic as I want to be. It's my fault, really. I only care about people who are at least a thousand miles away, so it's only right nobody living closer than that should care about me. I get what I deserve. And if my computer ever crashes again, I'm just going to disappear, because it provides my only meaningful connection with the outside world. Ha. Here I go. Moment of truth. How liberating. And I thought I was such a happy reclusive hermaphrodite. In vino veritas. Or, more truthfully, in vodka. *snort* But see, I am still anal about not making typos. I wonder how much I would have to drink before I stopped caring. About typos, I mean. Might try that out some day. Maybe on my next birthday - if I'm still single, fat and unemployed. And yes, that was supposed to be funny. I do have a sense of humor. And I will probably delete this post after I've had some sleep... but now I am going to be childish and post it. Please do not take it more seriously than it deserves...