Today I officially turn 30 and I am doing my damnedest to make the best of it. I've spent the past few weeks counting down to this day like a condemned man waiting for the electric chair.
The fact that Bruce Lee & Jimi Hendrix are dead & you're still alive means that you're harder than them, which is great! You're not as hard as Segal or Van Damme yet but give it time...
Well, my official party isn't until later this week--everyone gone for holiday--but I am hoping that someone cares enough about me to at least take me out for a drink this evening.
I rather enjoyed my 30s, although of course the world was a very different place back then. German was still an official language in Philadelphia, you know.
Huzzah for Kali's birthday! Now that you're thirty, you can finally travel the desert with a bunch of people for three years and then start a religion!
Or, I don't know. You could go get hammered. Whichever.
