It’s my birthday today. I’m 19 now. And i really like my b-day, usually, and it’s the same day with Matt’s birthday, but you know…
im 20 now. fuck. im old. im dinosaur.
Well. It’s been another year. Im 21. Im too old. Its time to choose my own place at the cemetery.
guess what? i’m 22 today. i think IT’S me now
i’m closer and closer to 30
i suppose i missed this post last year, because suddenly i’m fucking 24
you know what? twenty FUCKING five, i’m half through to my 50th yay (no)!
so here’s pretty gif of shy igor, so i’ll smile when i’ll see it next year, when i’m 26
it’s that day of the year again. and i’m indeed 26 years old. it’s horrible here.
so, igor again, for the future
well… it’s this time of the year again. the closeness of thirty is actually dreadful, so let’s do the keeley gif for next year for me to see and then i’m gonna lie here on the surface of my work desk and SIGH
i don’t want to comment on the fact that i’m 28 today, so i just go back to sleep, even though it’s half past eleven
and keep the tradition with hannah this year 💜
today this post is ten years old which means i’m 29, i don’t know how i feel about it and don’t want to comment on this, so i just go and quietly stare into an empty space
hannah again for keeping up with the tradition 💙
