Random pithy inconsequential musings. Okay, and probably still some drama.
Monday, August 09, 2010
33 years. 33 miles. Take that, 33.
My mom always calls me on my birthday (I can't say the same for the other parentals) with an glass-shattering rendition of Happy Birthday.
Incidentally, my cell phone stopped working today.
I believe the two events to be unrelated.
Before I realized my phone farted out on me I was bummed nobody was calling me on my birthday. Especially because I'm not shy about advertising it.
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