chaosmonkey

Twenty-fifth birthday. And I got nothing big to say. This is one of those milestone things, right? If I were a comic book published in the mid-1990s I'd get a foil cover today. And maybe a polybag and a trading card. But then no one would open the bag to read me for fear of cutting my value in half, or lower. That's no way to live. I need to be read! Open me! Open meeeee!

Okay, that's a bit more surreal than I usually get in here...

My mom went into labor during Happy Days. Saying it snowed the day of my birth would be silly. No, it was a full-blown blizzard, one of the largest ever seen in this area, maybe in the country. I had a friend in college who was born in the same blizzard a few days earlier out in Iowa. A huge, lumbering beast of a blizzard. And I made my way into the world at 16 minutes till four in the morning. Twenty-five trips around the sun, and I'm writing about it on a porn site. Snazztastic.

Amelie's not here for my birthday That's very hard. She'll be here in less than a month for a visit, but... well, I've wanted her here since we left New York. But a big celebration for me with all my friends without her just... seems wrong. Then again, everything seems wrong since I've been home. Oh well. I should get my present from her in the mail later today. I've been told not to open it at whatever party my friends have planned...
ooohh.

Happy birthday to me.