scooter

in about one hour i turn the awful nothing age of 24, and isn't this fitting:

here i sit, alone, in my one bedroom apartment in suburbia, usa, watching a beloved seinfeld re-run, waiting for my body to tell me it's time for bed, so i can wake up tomorrow, the anniversary of my day of birth and the instance in which this world became an initial reality for my unknowing and immature brain, to work all day with 17-21 year old spoiled counselor wannabe's in preparation for next week, which will include working with children to offer a fun and mildly educational camp experience, though most parents will find some thing or another to complain about, wasting all of our time in the process of believing they are creating the best growing and learning environment for their already snotty and mentally burnt out kid(s), but in actuality only annoying the staff and slightly alienating their precious child instead, and all i can think about is how this post will be pushed far down our somewhat weak and now admittedly selfish attempt at a (modest) small-circle internet celebrity with and among similar friends and webpages, so the announcement of my birthday, yet another rediculously selfish but absolutely (and rightfully) needed act of humanity, is set aside as well, while solicited emails to and from my very own friends and acquaintances somehow flood the electronic gates, irritating both sides of the equation beyond words and actions, as i have now grown tired and ready for the transition to a new day, which will undoubtedly continue the endless cycle of either self-indulgence or self-depreciation, or a beautiful combination of both.

and, perhaps surprising to some, i'm very okay with that.