Thoughts about my up incoming birthday...

But I want to live!!! Jesus, Budda, Spider-man, one of you guys has got to help me!!!!

My birthday is approaching (cue the munchkins!) and for the first time in my life I will no longer be freakishly young, which is a very sad thing I think. I've enjoyed being an illegal comodity all my life, so I don't think I know if I can be anything else.

Should be a fun night though. Filled with comradery, and beer, beer, beer, beer, beer-- oh, and wine, lots of wine! I have no idea what I'm going to be doing, no laid out plans at all. I should think of something, but what? As long as I dont explode, cease to exist, or wind up lynched I consider it a good night, so I'm generally very easy to please. Generally, cause I have been known to bite...

Looking back at the year it seems to have gone by in the blink of an eye, it honestly does. I remember last year on my birthday I dressed up as a pirate with a huge crier bell and I terrorized the local shopping mall. I had a feathered hat and great big M.C. Hammer typeish pants, it was great fun. I even got paid to do it to, more then enough to pay for the Christmas gifts to the family that year. It was tonnes of fun, I chatted with Santa, talked with some elfs, and made a lot of peoples night... it was a good night, all around.

So what will this year bring me? Who knows. It just better involve M.C. Hammer typeish pants damnit. (That or, you know, some good olde fun...in bed... small text, booya!)