Quick thoughts

I've been drinking too much Rockstar Sugar Free Energy drink of late. It probably doesn't doo much for me, other than make my pee highlighter yellow and toxic smelling. Well, worse than normal pee smell.

I'm worn down and getting sick. This normally happens around the end of March, beginning of April. I'm a few weeks early this year. That can't be good. Maybe I won't make it to my birthday.

Speaking of, I hate my birthday. It's never really about me. I work, regardless of the day. The party my family throws for me revolves around the grandkids and, more often than not, it centers on pleasing the ones that aren't from my seed.

My wife gets me tons of gifts but tells me to pick one. The end result is that I like everything, nothing fits and she returns it all with nothing ever purchased to replace the gifts. The one or two times that things fit, I wound up paying for everything, other than one so her gift cost me a fortune. She has good taste and a complete lack of stones when it comes to making a decision. A result of living under the rule of her mother for too long.

Every year my mother asks me what I want. I don't know. I'm like my dad. I buy shit for myself when I want something so it's rare that I want something when gift time rolls around. Last year's birthday present? I told them to get me an slr digital camera. My wife wanted one. So, rather than spending my money, they bought it for me and my wife used it until she dropped it one time too many.

In years past, I've been given a check from my mother. She cannot be bothered with actually buying me something. If I called her up and said I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle, she wouldn't tell me I'll shoot my eye out, she'd tell me to go buy it and she'll pay me back. Fucking pathetic. She called me today and asked me what I want and I told her I had no clue. Can't wait to see how that works out for me. Gee, check?

Those rockstar energy drinks make me feel all gangsta. They look like malt liquor tall boy cans. Now I need a glock, a posse and some bling.