Feeling old. Old & tired way before my time.
Can’t even go out for a birthday dinner, because my mouth is too sore. Damn TMJ syndrome.
No laughs here.
My job is fairly secure, but going nowhere. I’m too afraid of unemployment to quit.
Fuck.
What a happy individual you are. You must be a riot at parties.
So let me ask you this, what is so wrong with getting old? It’s the natural progression of a life- a life that should be enjoyed at each of its wonderful stages. Yeah your teeth are falling out. So your knees hurt when it rains. And what of it if your back goes out more than you do?
You’re still alive aren’t you? So get off you ass and do something with what little time you have left. You don’t like your life you say? So be an adult and change it. Take some responsibility man!
by the way, I’m only a snot-nosed 23 year old, so what the hell do I know?
Happy Birthday anyway!
Did you reach your “scary age” yet?
I bet if you’ll put some birthday cake in a blender with some ice cream and milk you can slurp it through a straw - so Up Yours! TMJ!
Poor Bosda. 
places lit candle in bowl of applesauce
Happy Birthday!
Wow- Bosda sounds like you’re having the same awful b-day I had last month. Not to negate your pain but I discovered that my business was about to be audited by the IRS and my mouth was covered in huge ugly cold sores. Plus we really didn’t do anything memorable to celebrate the occasion of my birth. I spent the day feeling like a horrible failure.
Be assured- this too will pass. (humming a disgustingly upbeat tune). And from past posts- I’m sure that you’re great fun at parties!
Yeah, birthdays suck, jobs can be a pain, pain is a pain, and in the end, you’ll not get out of any of it alive.
So what? I know it’s not worth a lot, but I like you and if you lived near me, I’d bring you a birthday muffin or something. Maybe I’d send you a card. Maybe I will anyway.
Happy Birthday! Another year down the tubes… 
Psst…hey, Bosda, check your profile e-mail.
Well it’s my fucking birthday tomorrow, so cheer up. Take up sculpture. Ride a bike. Seduce your hot neighbor. Eat something with lots of habanero sauce. Do something, already!
I doubt that it’s any consolation, but your handle always makes me think of brassieres.
I was going to explain why, but I thought that would ruin it.
Sorta gives a whole new meaning to “beware the Ides of March.”
things might suck now, but it can only get better…
…or worse…
…or stay the same.
Either way, it won’t be the same level of suckiness.
oh wait. it can suck the same amount can’t it.
Hey Bosda, Happy Birthday! And beware the Ides of March…
Happy birthday and a big kiss to ya. Sorry that your mouth is messed up, I’ve got the same problem but I’ve been lucky in that mine hasn’t caused me any problems in a while.
Well…two days later, I have to report that I concluded my birthday with a shouting match with my father that was so angry that the police showed up. :o
Nobody got hurt or went to jail.
Your e-cards & greeting were the only good points in the day. Thank you all. 