This morning, as I drank my milk, my thoughts wandered. They wandered off to days past. To all the people that have adorned the road of life. I suppose it was normal to feel a little introspective, to take stock of my life. It was the morning of my first birthday.
You, dear blog reader, may not know what it's like to look back on the long road traveled, to contemplate whether I have lived my life to its fullest, to ask myself whether I have made the right choices and done the right thing.
Yeah, whatever. It's my birthday and I'm going to tear it up!
And tear it up we did. Well at least the apartment. I don't suppose it'll ever look the same again. I mean, this was like some American college party movie. I haven't quite picked my crowd yet so I invited a few of my sister's friends. Some real babes (you know what I mean, that is, really, babes, as in babies).
Tess, Gayathrie, Anna, Tess, Emma. I couldn't handle them on my own so I invited Nickil along for a little guy help. Oh yeah, and there were a couple of parents I suppose. But they didn't ruin the party. They helped serve.
The parents couldn't handle the high-fructose corn syrup so they sipped Champagne. We downed cake, Kinder chocolate, and apple juice like the swine flu was just around the corner.
Oink, oink dude, I'm one!
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