I Hate Birthdays...

It's good to write one of these again...let off some steam and such...

I'm known to hate on shit, alot...(Think of my hate for certain Oz Celebs)...one of special hates is special occassions like Easter and Christmas (yes, I am god hating bastard...shut the fuck up and read on).

I especially hate birthdays...it's means you have buy people shit and be overly nice and it's just so fake "here's your present you fake half-wit bogan fuck". I even say this about my OWN birthday which is this coming Saturday (whoop-dee-fucking-do).

For my 22nd birthday, I would like a commercial radio job or that illusive dream of JJJ...i'm not going to get one...or millions of dollars...nope, not getting that....a date with Rosie....*buzzer* nup nothing on that tip either.

Now that i've said that...it's not that I don't get what I really want for my birthday....I never ask for anything...my parents and such always have to ask me what I want....It never crosses my mind before that moment. I just pick something small and usueful then move on the rest of my shitty year.

I never had an 18th or 21st Party...i've never had enough friends for that shit. PLus it means I need to organise a venue and the right music and blah, blah, blah......

My 18th I spent at home in front of the playstation miserbable as fuck (but hey NBA Live 2002 got a work-out)...and my 21st i went to see Sarah Blasko...which was my own pressie to me...and as usual I went ALONE! I prefer it that way. No drunk fuckwits to deal with and if you're lucky enough you can take a girl home without those annoying distraction of drunk mates freestyle rapping incestantly in the back your car...being a loner can have it's advantages.

So fuck a birthday...it's another revolution around the sun....

Kindest Regards

Gav