“Nobody likes you when your twenty three”
Blink 182

Today I am officially 23 years old. Now I can get in anywhere. So Copa
and Noche are the only two clubs left that require men to be 23, (even
Though the Copa doesn't enforce it) now I can get into them without a
Problem or a plea. Maybe not the highlight of my 23rd year but
Definitely something I thought about as this day approached. I am
Twenty Three. Okay that sounds good. Looking back on an incredible welcoming Party (read yesterday's entry) it feels great to finally get here. As
The days approached I though that it would never get here. Right now I
am riding the train to work, and I am wondering if the office crew will
remember? I wonder if I am getting any gifts or cards today. I wonder
if anybody will call me on my actual birthday just to say happy
birthday. Not that anything can compare to being sung happy birthday
by all the beautiful people at my party. My mother and her husband gave
me a call at midnight to play music and wish me a great year. My
mother also reminded me that I was 23 on the 23rd, and that today is Monday which is the precise day I was born. Okay that rocks, a lot of
coincidences. I love it, I really do. I mean it feels great. I just
wish that I could have a great poetic year. I have support of poets and I
am grateful for that, but I always want to feel that I can offer
something new to mix. I am quite happy with the reception that
"platform plea" has received but it only put pressure on me to write
the next great piece. I shouldn't think like that but that is exactly what
I feel. I expect too much from myself. I am choking the word and I
should just let it go. Set it free. That's is when my work hits
peak. When I just stop thinking and begin writing. Won't be long
now.
For this year I would like to state again that I want to put Jessica's
advice into practice. That's the journal thing. Keeping this online
journal has proved to be good for me. I love writing it and I love
hearing people give me comments on it. I also love reading other
people's thoughts. But all of that aside there is nothing like
carrying a book and constantly writing. Writing every thought, every insecurity, every single thing goes through my warped mind. Hopefully it will work out. Oh well I am in work now and don’t wanna work on my birthday, but I already got one card and I am glad. It was funny too.