I'm 2 today. If the fact that I can type seems remarkable it's because I'm not really 2 at all. It's just today is my 2nd anniversary of waking the fuck up in Pittsburgh.

So what have I learned in this fast couple of years. Not a fucking thing other than how to make a great White Russian.

Still don't know my name, age, hometown.

Still just a blank sheet.

So, I'm going to celebrate my birthday like most of my friends. Get really piss drunk and end up crying myself to sleep. Or as some of us like to call it: Tuesday.

See ya