Is supposedly my birthday.
People are saying I'm 31.
I suspect conspiracy and lies.
Will get to bottom of this even if it kills me other people.
On a more positive note, gifts have included a bottle of scotch and another booze from
funranium, a year of paid LJ from
ar901, a text message from the ever-sexy
bobo_dreams, gift cards for clothes and books, another bottle of scotch from Sara's mother and stepfather, a book collecting the Superman Sunday strips from 1939-1943, a new modem, a
bacon wallet, a
Flying Screaming Monkey and a call from my Mama / stepfather "Uncle" Natey / little sister Ajay / little brother Nate 1000.
Life is good.