Woah man. It is 1:23 am and I am completely wasted. This has been the best birthday ever. Even all of Alex's friends, a lot of whom I don't know, were all about it being my birthday. People I barely know bought me alcohol, and I got digits. FUCKING DIGITS. WOO!. Yeah, ok. I'm happy. I need this, so fuck you.
I'm going to write obituaries for my friends. If you want an obituary, post your full name, short list of accomplishments, surviving family members, hobbies, interests, etc. If I do one for you, you do one for me (although I realize I'm actually a journalist, but you can use mine as an example).