Wow, I just turned 18 today, and I already got mail for a credit card. Damn vultures.

The Lotto’s for lame people… I’m gonna see if I can hit up an indian casino sometime this weekend.

Every year… every year, I ask for an ice cream cake. A cake made out of ice cream. And every year, I get a friggin’ chinese fruit cake thingie. Every year after I eat that cake which I do not like, I say, “Get me an ice cream cake next year.” And every year, I get another friggin’ chinese fruit cake. That’s life for ya.

One is supposed to wish for something when blowing out the candles on one’s cake. Life is so much better when you wish for something simple. “I wish I can blow out the candles on this cake.” Bam! Wish fulfilled, no disappointment.