gloves like michael jackson

i have a few minutes before i get to leave work so i thought i'd blog a little...

i'm trying out a new way to try to get myself to stop biting/picking my cuticles. i bought myself some little white cotton gloves. i think the technical term is "inspection gloves" but basically i'm just going to keep them on all the time until i stop tearing my fingers apart. so today is my first day. we'll see how it goes.

in other news i haven't talked to my x since the awful vday we had. k-serah-serah.

my bday is on saturday. i'm planning on playing pool with my gang o' friends and then going out dancing. and i'm also planning on getting nice and fucked up. not so much so that i can't walk my own ass to my own front door, but veeeerrryyyy close. should be fun. but, and i just have to say it here because i'm younger than 3 of my crew members...i feel old! and this bday i'm feeling particularly like a failure. i don't know why i should feel so more now than any other day but i do. i thought for sure i'd have something to be proud of by this age other than the fact that i manage to pay my bills every month. all sarcasm aside i guess this is why they push you so hard when your a kid...cause you don't want to feel that same lost feeling when your approaching 40 that you had when you were 18. but maybe it's all just a big fat lie that we ever feel anything else.

well, its 2 minutes to 5. i'm out.