Well well well. For all of you out there who are card-carrying members of the Kill Nick Squad, it is my pleasant duty to remind you on this wonderful day that you have failed for yet another year. Yes, it is once again My Birthday.
Already I feel the graying of age climbing my skin, last night hair began to grow from my ears and I awoke several times to pee. I have already forgotten large tracts of memory, but if any of you would like to send me a photo with a small essay detailing our relationship, I´ll put it next to my pills and hopefully it will all pan out. That´s right, I have become the ancient age of 25.
As usual, the days before the date are filled with angst, especially at the big Quarter Century mark, but the day is new and shiny here in Sucre, and I´m high as hell on sugar from the box of chocolates I had for breakfast. I´d love to showcase all the terrible photos of me through the years, but the links aren´t working, so you could, if you desperately missed me, check out the ol´photo album at www.viasolus.myphotoalbum.com but that would be weird, no?
Miss you all guys, ciao.
Also, this was my birthday in Whitehorse in 2006, http://kappasig.ca/psycho/?p=61 Good times. Bloody Beavers.
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