Dirty Thirty

alt. gay title: Thirty, Flirty and Thriving

So it begins, a third of my life is over...sheesh that feels so weird to say and even weirder to write. Wednesday, I celebrated my thirtieth year on this planet and I have to say so far I am unimpressed. Jesus started his public ministry at age thirty...me, I believe I have the beginnings of quite a tasty case of the carpal tunnel.

I got the obligitory "how does it feel to be thirty" question innumerable times at work, to which I responded "Crappy, thanks!". Actually I gave the obligatory, pat answer "same as twenty-nine, har-har". Man I needed some alcohol after the ninth time, but hard liquor is generally frowned upon before 9 AM.

All kidding aside, I feel great. I've got a job that I look forward to going to everyday. I'm surrounded by great friends, a supportive family, the two cutest kids you'll find anywhere and the most beautiful woman in the world as a wife. Life could be worse! Got a party going on at the house on Saturday, 40's, shorties, pimps, ho's and a stellar jumpy house for the kids. I'll be the guy grilling hot dogs with singed eyebrows (still getting used to the charcoal BBQ). Hit you later!

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More proof that the internet solely exists to usher in the end of civilization as we know it.

Kitten War

That said, look at some of these loser kitties...Yowza, that's a whole lotta ugly!