I am alive in Cologne, Germany on my birthday. Theres really not a whole lot to do here which is why I am paying for internet. Next I am heading out to a nice big dinner by myself. YUM!

You know the bloom, unearthly white,
That none has seen by morning light -
The tender moon, alone, may bare
Its beauty to the secret air.
Who'd venture past its dark retreat
Must kneel, for holy things and sweet,
That blossom, mystically blown,
No man may gather for his own
Nor touch it, lest it droop and fall...
Oh, I am not like that at all!
-Dorothy Parker

I had to document this somewhere, as I deleted it from my profile.