I'd give you postmortem birthday greetings. Seriously though, 22 is boring as shit.
Oh shit, it was your birthday? I knew it was either yesterday or tomorrow. In my defense, I am in Paris, and I thought you were dead. Happy birthday to you as well. 22 is uneventful, isn't it? 21 granted me my alcoholism, and car insurance premium drops await me at 25. After that, what is there? Retirement?
Happy Birthday. Where was my birthday greeting? Ass.
Beats me. I've never understood it. People just seem to get offended at the mention of it.
I don't get it. Is it jealousy? They can do it too if they want, or they could not, and I would not care.
I run on a bureaucratic time table. Anything under a month means I'm way ahead of schedule.
If you didn't take over a week to respond, I would remember what I was talking about. At least, I think there was meaning.
I miss the days when I understood what you were talking about.
I figured it out. It is all blue skies from here.
You're cheating on me!
Will you keep out all the sadness?
Where did you hear that?
I hear you appreciate NyQuil.
I am all but done with school for the year, so I'm doing quite well. And you, good sir?
How are you, sir?
