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I missed new year’s and birthday posts the past few years. They’ve been great years by any objective metric, but the subjective experience has been mostly stress and ennui. I’ve been on a bit of a tour of old friends…
I missed new year’s and birthday posts the past few years. They’ve been great years by any objective metric, but the subjective experience has been mostly stress and ennui. I’ve been on a bit of a tour of old friends…
I’m 31! This is 11,111 in binary. Omg, I’m sooooooo old. When I started this blog, I was… um… like, totally, 19 years old and stuff. Wowza. How things havea changed! My first birthday on this blog was my 20th.…
I’m 30! XXX! Egads! I flew down to North Carolina to spend it with people I love. My girlfriend gave me seven days of birthday presents, my best friend made me a cake, and people rented out a beach house…
It’s my golden birthday right now. Hard to be more meaningful than that. I was born 29 years ago right now on May 29, 1985. Snapshot of my life: I am moving out of my lovely house to move in…
I bought my own birthday cake, I watched a 1960s movie with my mom, and I broke into my friend’s house to use his X-Box and play Halo 2… Alone. Materialistically, I also got a lot of good stuff (notably…
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear Pixel, Happy Birthday to me! I’m twenty, bitches.
Happy Birthday Jason D. Happy Belated B-Day Margret C. But, because you’re happy, neither of you get your own post. Screw you both.