November 13th, 2006
An epic struggle for power.
Ah, the terrible silence that can only come from having taken something just a little too far. If you have ever told a Holocaust joke, then you have experienced this tense pause.
It is my birthday this week. Specifically, it is my birthday today, as in November 13th, or 13 November for our international readers. Just saying. Ahem.
I turn 26 at 1:31 this afternoon, which is to say, I am now in my late 20’s, which makes me feel kind of squeamish. I am certain that my 30th birthday in 2010 will usher unimaginable catastrophes resultant of the crises in which I will doubtlessly indulge. I might go base jumping off of the Eiffel Tower, or perhaps the roof of my condo building. I may also adopt a child and immediately set to work training him in the art of not making any of the mistakes that I have made. O Life, why must you leave me in your dust so?
Guitar Hero II is sex, Trogdor is orgasm, and pulling off five stars in Rush’s YYZ on Hard is spooning.
Freebird is rape.
CURRENT MOOD: Scooters
