champagne for my real friends (who are they, anyway?)

ugh. food poisoning. or, something that makes you puke (voluntarily). i can only describe it as similar to… not that i would know. anyway, i keep getting not invited to things, which would be fine because i’m busy anyway, but just like, at least tell me so i can say no. i keep realizing i’m just an amalgamation of everybody stitched together. i’m not just you but you and you too. just different bits. sometimes i choose them but a lot of times it’s random. it’s really almost my birthday soon. it’s a fascinating concept to me… 21 years ago a little human became alive for the first time and everybody else was just walking around outside and driving their cars and honking them too. people i love were writing their own blogs. people i love were playing their own shows. i know the exact time, 4:37 pm. i wonder if it was dark out yet (it was february in the midwest, of course it was). ironic that i was born in the coldest month of the year and yet i hate the cold… met an old friend last night. supposedly i am the architect. supposedly i’m a lot of things. but i’m not worrying anymore…