So today is the last day of this palindrome year. Tomorrow, I will be 34. Since you all just finished being nice to people for Robb Allen’s birthday, I should tell you to go kick a puppy just to put the world back in balance, but I like puppies. And they didn’t do anything to deserve kicking. Besides, I like the idea of random acts of kindness.
What do I want from you for my birthday?
Just kidding. This community that blogging built has given me more than I ever could have imagined. Sure, we’re just as dysfunctional as a blood-bound family, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Just knowing that you wish me well on the anniversary of my birth is really enough.
And if you wish me ill, I will cry and tell the rest of the internet about it. Maybe. I might just feel sorry for you and your sad existence because all the cool kids like me. <insert raspberry here>