twenty-five and so alive
So apparently I never get around to posting on Fridays. Conveniently, however, it’s now 12:22 AM on 12/22/07, which makes it my twenty-fifth birthday.
Having a birthday in late December tends to screw you out of gifts that you know you’d be getting if only you’d been born in June. This seasonal screw-over is counterbalanced by a couple of advantages unique to having one’s birthday at this time of year. For one, there’s a decent chance that the Winter Solstice will fall on my birthday, as it does this year. There’s something appropriately auspicious about my birthday falling on the longest night of the year. I assume that as I age and accrue power, I’ll begin consorting with all manner of vampire and demon. It’s only a matter of time before I become immortal and my birthday transitions from a party occasion to a National Day of Fear.
The other advantage is that New Year’s resolutions become extra potent when they coincide with a birthday. Here are mine:
- Hit the gym.
- Wake up earlier.
- Meditate daily (possibly in combination with #3).
- Stretch.
- Redesign the ol’ website.
- Buy more socks.
- Stop threatening to let the monkeys loose.
- Only set fire to people who deserve it.
- Feed the Olsen twins (or set fire to them, depending).
- Be less stupid.
For your birthday, I shall compliment you by being full of myself. You’re already considerably less stupid than me, and there aren’t many people about whom I can say that.
And you know, if you feed the Olsen twins, they’re just gonna throw it back up.
Happy birthday!