so my birthday is sunday. that’s neat. and by neat, i actually mean absolutely terrifying but there ain’t shit i can do about it unless i die and i certainly don’t want to do that.
i’m turning 24. i have now solidly arrived at the mid-20s. no longer can i say i’m in my early 20s. and i’m not getting any sympathy from my readers because most of you are already past that (but much more fabulous and beautiful and sassy).
in reality i’m pretty meh about it. we’re having a BBQ for my friends here, which should be fun. but lucky me, i have an ear infection, which means antibiotics which means no boozing which makes me a sad panda. causal chain, ya know.
i share my birthday with an interesting group of characters:
(via) i was never a fan of the king of pop. were you guys?
(via) this guy was the chuck norris before there was a chuck norris.
(via) he’s done lots of stuff. but to me, he’ll always be that crazy old coot from jurassic park (and kris kringle to mara wilson’s miracle on 34th street).
(via) play it once, sam. for old times’ sake.
(via) i’m more inclined to a hobbesian view of the world, but this guy’s work? wowza.
(via) ru-fi-o! ru-fi-o! cinematic masterpiece.
no, this isn’t a subtle request for birthday wishes. i just think it’s fun to find out birthday buddies. do you guys share your day with anyone cool?
have a good weekend, all!