06/08/08 - Happy Birthday Mark
On my 26th birthday I convinced myself that, no, I am not in panic mode just yet. There is still plenty of time to amass an army and conquer the Americas.
Napoleon was 27 when he won the Battle of Lodi. I've still got a year.
My cake. Thank you, Mam.
"Mark - Dad and Mam"
I wanted to do a belly flop into the cake in my white jacket so bad
Best Buy Stimulus Check
A Super Wallet for all the spoils of war
What do you get someone who says they don't need anything? An Earthquake Survival Kit for when Cloverfield happens.
A Mini Electric Lawn Mower for my Zen Garden
I was delivering shirts to the post office on my birthday when a woman saw the designs on my car and stopped me in the parking lot. She told me she was the president of the Ovarian Cancer Orange County Alliance and they were having a fund raiser called the Rods and Hogs Poker Run. Normally the greedy little Asian gnome on my shoulder would have called her a pan handler and told her to shake her can of coins somewhere else but I figured I was a year older and a year wiser and I should stop listening to my tiny selfish friend. She asked if I would donate some shirts as prizes for the charity event and I said, "Why not?"
Maybe this "helping people" who "need it" might be my thing. Maybe it'll fill the void that I've recently been trying to fill with birthday cake. All I know is that I'm a little obsessive compulsive and whatever I do I have to do it well. I could be really good at this. Maybe instead of taking over the world I can make it a better place. Yeah. I think that's the new goal. Changing the world one shirt at a time. Oh, I'm also going to wear a cape.
You can't wear a cape unless you are helping people or you'll just look crazy. That's it. The cape sold me. I'm fighting for Good.