Happy Birthday to Me

It's my birthday today. I'm now 44 years old and I just started my first blog. I think blogging is stupid, which is why i started one. I want to prove myself wrong, but I don't think i will. I didn't start this to anyone or for anyone, but me. My online journal for my random thoughts, frustrations and opinions of which i have many. I don't expect followers or even care if i have any but i wanted to see what this was all about and write about well about whatever i want, which right now seems to be nothing except to justify why i started something i think is stupid. But back to birthdays, which is why i started this rant, see my only daughter, whom i truly do cherish, is with her dad today, but he thinks it's important for her to get me a gift, which i find funny cause I'm thinking, i'm not 12, i don't care about a present i can unwrap for God's sake, i care about spending time with people who i value, like my daughter. that's what i want for my birthday, oh and i also want a clean house that i don't have to clean and not to have to work, which is what i should be doing instead of writing this stupid blog. I don't want to work today, i have to work all week, I want to spend the day doing nothing and not feel guilty about it, plus it's fucking snowing (can i swear on this, i guess so, nobody to stop me). I realize since i live in utah it will snow in May, but i'm tired of the cold and snow, go the fuck away. Well look at that i feel a little better already, maybe these do have a purpose........venting unidentifiable venting, perfect, i think i may like this afterall.