Still aching.

The post-event monologue is never the same as the running monologue that follows the actual event.

I do so love overstating the obvious.

Cliff’s birthday was an absolute blast. I haven’t seen this many people gathered together in a while. The four of us, three girlfriends, and Trent. Plus Cliff’s brother Bobby and his dad. We sat around playing Battlefront and Halo (ick) until we left for Clay Oven. Indian food, I should have known this. Just like last year, and previous years. I devoured my chicken tikka. I had a pineapple lassi and a mango lassi. I’m smart. It’s not only smashingly delicious, it helps in keeping the heat down.

What to do for my birthday was easy in past years. Just. Just do the usual. Little bit of everything. But it’s different now that I’m not the one gathering everyone up. We don’t come here by default anymore. Chi-Chi’s is gone. My last birthday was with Paige, which puts an odd taste in my mouth. It was a good birthday, I remember. I’m sure I got a blowjob in there, somewhere, among other favors.

I remember going to Chevys with her and her dad. Good food. There’s a Chevys around here, a ways down Route Ten, that I know the gang has never been to. *fondles goatee* But that would feel odd. Don’t know. What does Timmy want? The age-old question. I’ve already given Erik a copy of a key to the van. I’m not kidding, it’s on his keychain; I could just get smashed and have him drive.

Twenty-two is a bad age to turn. It’s after twenty-one. It has no significance. No association. A dive into the unknown beyond.

Wait, I don’t want that damn song and dance thing again. It’s so tempting to go run off and not be found. I hate my birthday.

Yet I want something, but I don’t know what.

Boy, haven’t I said that before.

I hope this iced tea doesn’t impair my ability to fall unconscious.

Eh, I have no work tomorrow. No idea what I’ll do with myself. Being social was always more fun when I was pressed for time and truely lonely. Then again, I romanticize a lot. So hard to be content with what I have.

Oh.

Have I mentioned that I got a cane with a dragon on it? Yes, I have. I know I have. The other Cliff said I looked like an Amish pimp. Have I mentioned that? It’s mentioned now. My hair looks.. I’ve been asked if it’s real or if I get a perm. … Curly. Very curly. *smiles*

I’m bored.