January 15th, 2008

ITC: Me as The Prisoner, number six six six

Meesa thirty

mrfantasy tapped me earlier in the hallway, asking what was behind me. I turned to glance back. "Your twenties!"

I didn't write the great American novel before I hit thirty (I guess I no longer need to rent that room in the Stagecoach Inn in Quartz (ten quatloos to the first person who can get that reference)). I didn't get my bachelor's. I haven't really seen enough of the world. But I've paid off my debt and managed to put together a fairly decent life, all things considered. I'm surrounded by awesome people, and happy. There have been some ups and downs, and I walked away from both of them with stories to tell - all one can hope for. No complaints here.

If you want your face or whatever else you can whip up on the television during my upcoming (JOINT) birthday party, just like the past few years, leave an image here. Bonus points if you wish jedimentat a birthday as well, since we'll be celebrating them both at the same time.