Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me....

So yeah, its offically the day of my birth, 23 years ago today. I woln't offically be born until much later today, well into the afternoon. It was a cold, rainy Tuesday, when Regan was inaugurated into office, and the only red haired baby born at Dekalb Medical Center came screaming into this cold and too bright world with claws so sharp she cut her face within minutes of being born. And now, here I am, 23 years later. Yeah.

Its also Erik's 24th birthday today. Another year spent together, another year together yet to come. May the gods grant me that great blessing, each and every day.

Strangely, I can't sing the song which I always thought I would sing this day. Yes, I only want a few things... but those few things, I have the two which mater the most to me. Others yes, I've had them taken from me, over and over again. But most of the harm in my life I've done to myself.

And let me say how thankful that the few things I want I have.
I'm breathing the air
the air i always breathe
i don't have a lot
but i want someone to share it with me
i really only want a few things
they've all been taken away
what does the next life bring
i just want to feel o.k.
i'm searching forever
for someone or something
i want to be high
and i want someone to love me
i spent 23 years now
trying to get by
other people make it day to day
i still wonder why
i only really had a few things
they've all turned to tears
one tried to kill me
the other kept me
i'm still here
23, God Lives Under Water