Things that happened to me since my birthday:

1. I turned twenty-two but it wasn’t exactly a happy occasion. And to talk about it would mean I would have to think about it, and that’s too much energy spent on something useless, so let’s not.

2. I am officially jobless. I love not working but I hate not doing anything. Well I work for my father now, and this is the only advice I can give you, if you’re thinking about joining the family business: Don’t.

3. I’ve been spending more time on Flickr and enjoying it. I’ve taken on a 365 Project, meaning one photo a day, so far I’m doing good. If I don’t do this to challenge myself then I swear my brain would just fall off from its hinge.

4. My parents found out that I’ve been smoking. Actually my mother found out months before but she chose my birthday as the very special occasion to tell my father about it. Needless to say I have nothing to hide now, thank you. But can’t say I’m stoked about them finding out, on my birthday nonetheless.

5. To put my stupidity to the nth level, I kissed someone I shouldn’t have, and I know it. We both know it.

6. I am reading too many books at the same time, and writing none. There is something really wrong here. I thought I was more of a writer, not a reader, but now I don’t know where I’m supposed to stand anymore. Almost all the birthday greetings I got were wishes for me to write more, but what do I write? And who reads this shit?

7. I’ve been really, really, really frustrated. So if you think I have disappeared before, think again. I am thisclose to disappearing even to the few people who knew where I am now.