Yep, 24 years ago, on January 15th, 1991, I was born. Same day as the great Martin Luther King Junior. You know, for as many enemies and haters I've made in my lifetime, I've also gained the same number of friends and companions. No matter how old I get, I will never change myself. I'm going to continue to act the way I want no matter what. I love who I am and age is just a number. So long as you continue to be true to yourself and be happy with what type of person you are, then the years going by will mean nothing, and everything will lead to you having a wonderful life.
My birthday so far has been...decent. There's been some fighting with my mother and her dumb boyfriend, but so far I've been satisfied. A lot of lovely presents (Philadelphia Eagles items, My Little Pony items, a Lady Gaga DVD, a real samurai sword, and a few other things), I was taken to eat a free breakfast at Denny's, and then got a free burger at Red Robin, a free dessert at Dairy Queen, and a Little Caesars pizza with a big jug of Mountain Dew. Overall, not too shabby.
