Twenty-seven years old.  I keep thinking back to when I was little, imagining how far off adulthood in general was--and now I'm three years away from being thirty.

Thirty.

I guess that's nothing compared to half the people I live with, but it's pretty ridiculous for me.

We didn't do much for my birthday, since it was on a Monday and that's the worst ( Read more... )

Twenty-five years ago today, the world was graced with the presense of the most epic genetic fluke of naure ever.  Who, might you ask?

Me.  I happened.

I'm not working tonight.  Anyone interested in pizza?  Chinese?  Pizza and chinese?  We must celebrate, y/y?