Today is my birthday. I am 35 years old.
Damn. I am old.
35 isn’t so bad, though. 30 was worse. 30 was traumatic. When I turned 30 I felt like I was going to cry. I spent the entire year before 30 in mourning. But every year after 30 I’m just glad to be alive.
So anyway, I’m 35 now. I keep wondering when I’m going to “grow up” or “act my age”. I mean, I still watch cartoons. I still play with Legos. I still get excited when I come near the toy section in any given store. And I’m as irresponsible as I ever was. Maybe it will never happen for me.
Who knows? Ah, fuck it. Like I said, I’m just glad to still be alive.
Happy Birthday Tom!
Happy Birthday!
You are really old! Grow up and get out of Califuckya!
god damn your old!!!! i didn’t know i hung out with old folks at live bait? hmmm.
happy belated birthday tomas!
p.s. i have big collection of toy motorcycles in my office so don’t worry great minds think alike
I hope you never lose the ability to find the beauty in the rain or a deer walking thru the meadow in Yosemite. I hope you never get too old to find a little bit of happiness in toys or cartoons (Scooby Doo rules!). Life is all about little bits of happiness that hopefully, when times get rough, keep us from losing faith and remembering there are still good times to be had.