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My friend and old roommate from back in the day of dorm rooms and college is coming to NYC this weekend. He has an interview and was going to stay in a hotel but after all the guy has done for me in the past and knowing that the guy has no money I could not let that happen when I have a whopping 300 square feet of manhattan realestate. How could I? So with me he will stay...

Friday is ma' Birthday. I'm going to be 24 ...blah.

There is nothing good about the number 24 at all. I'm afraid at this point in my life, the only good thing about turning 24 is still being far away from 30.

I dont know what I'm doing yet... the museum gave us the day off for mamorial weekend so atleast I dont have to sit in my office and pretend that I am working. ...I would have taken that day off anyhow, working on your birthday and having one of those pathetic office cake parties is for losers and I simply refuse.

There is this girl that has the same birthday as me and she is having a fondu party... dumb bitch... she needs to get her grubby hands off of my birthday. I have always owned Momorial day weekend... IT"S MINE! ...For as long as I can remember It has always been the SMH weekend with awesome BBQ's, beer, good friends and music all gathering together for drug use and drunkeniss with a side of fucking kickass food. ...flags, fireworks, pole dancing... the fucking works. ...but I must admit that this is NYC and I am a bit out of my element. There are no stoops to hang out on and there are no back yards to BBQ in. ...And besides... it's just not the same when neighbors who were not invited call the cops on you for loud music and public drunkeness in this city.

Fuck my birthday... and fuck that bitch and her pansi ass fondu party I'm not going to that stupid shit.