Just sayin' howdy on my birthday

[pseydtonne]

I'm 28 today. That's 2 squared times 7 instead of 3 cubed. Next year will be a prime number.

I'm strangely incapable of thinking of anything to talk about. Perhaps it's from the strain of figuring out which things I need to clean more in this apartment. Maybe I'm just not functional this morning. Then again, my enjoyment of a back scratching from chaggalagirl may have shut off my intellectual neurons.

I've also just been informed I have grey (or gray, depending on your leanings) and silver back hairs. Oooooh, party.

I'd better get showered and get to work. Thank you for enjoying my birthday.

-swallows come back to Kappy's Liquor, Dante

Comments

[ukelele.livejournal.com]

28: don't forget you're perfect now, too!

[graciana.livejournal.com]

I said it before, but I don't mine saying it again:
Happy birthday!

[moominmolly.livejournal.com]

Neeeee! Happy birthday! For you:

[epanastatis.livejournal.com]

Since I've seen your back, I now have to imagine it a whole new way.

(The card is en route.)

[lyonesse.livejournal.com]

happy new year, you! *grin*

[ltbloodrose.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday, D!

[pseydtonne.livejournal.com]

Wow, even Jordka! Cool. Thanks, y'all!

It's odd that this birthday is my first to be a normal-enough day for me -- sold stuff, got gas, got a free rental at the video store, beat my high score on Simpsons Road Rage -- but an absolute low point for the world. "Yeah, they declared war around 8 PM on my birthday."

Booze. I forgot to drink booze.

Anyway, that's Ameristan. I've read enough creepy stuff today. I'm watching bad claymation and heading to bed. By the way, did anyone catch tonight's Chapelle Show? It was tasty and smooth-drinkin'.

-glad I don't live in New Jersey, Dante