It’s my Party…

I’m attempting to disallow my overwhelming accomplishments to detract attention from me, on this day.

Life. What a fucking bitch.

Yes, I am giving sarcasm this early. I did not have coffee, don’t need it. I need a shot of some Fireball.

It is that kind of day.

I have a boundless amount of irony in relation to my life’s path. Maybe it should be a book…”The ‘How To’ get-yourself-to-a-place-where-you NEED a ‘How To’ book.”

Laughter is humility, right?

The inside joke is that numbers and math in no way reflect our true accomplishments in life.

The irony is that no matter how much I know that to be true…I just don’t feel that way.

Cheers

I raise my glass to the pain. The pain of new life. The pain of a dead life. The pain of cycle.

Mourning comfort and security. I can say, honestly, I liked being Married. When it was good. Something stable in an ever rocking world. Sadly, there’s more to it than titles and misinterpreted perceptions.

Cheers to the rose-colored glasses. Cheers to the naive.