My Birthday

The day was November 8, 1971. I was born. The End.

Depressing isn't it. Some days, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and stop that faithful day or nine months prior convince these two people (my now parents) to stop doing this gross horizontal mambo they were about to do. Why I bring this up? Because My Life SUCKS right now and I haven't found a way to get it to stop sucking.

Maybe it's because I'm not inspired anymore. Or I haven't found the positive things going on in my life.

Hey look From My Head Its Whinning. Richard Lewis would be proud.