One Year.

It has been a year. One whole year with this little baby and I am not sure if it is so exciting.

No cake, no streamers, no champagne. None of that sentimental shit.

I don't know if I achieved anything I set out to originally achieve, but I am having fun.


Blah blah blah, I am tired.

We'll just see John Candy's birthday as a celebration of this as well. I mean, he does like food.


Happy birthday, Fatty McBeanpole. It means absolutely nothing.