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OH MY GOSH IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!
Which is actually an interesting conundrum. Because I need to write about four hundred more words for today, but “today” is not my birthday. Is it wrong to write about my birthday?
Hell, is it incorrect to claim that “today” is indeed my birthday, simply because the clock has passed the midnight hour? For almost all else in my world, I have adhered to the idea that tomorrow only occurs after sleep or sunrise. Why should my birthday be any different?
…Oh right, because it’s my birthday, because I’m awesome, and because once I am Lord High Queen of Everything in full and not just part, the anniversary of that most hallowed of days will be a months long celebration. With a spare few weeks in February to celebrate the half birthday as well, I imagine. MY BIRTHDAY IS ALL EXCEPTIONS BECAUSE MY BIRTHDAY IS A GREAT AND GOOD AND GLORIOUS THING!
It has been determined that there will be ice cream, as there was last year, but because I am currently in Atlanta, that ice cream will be held a week from the actual date, next Thursday, September 4th. Come to Davis Square and prepare to be assimilated. INTO DELICIOUS!
There was discussion on my Facebook page, which has led to me informally decreeing that I should host an ice cream in Davis Square night tonight as well. (Tonight being the evening of the 28th, so about twenty hours from now). I won’t be there, but that is NO EXCUSE for preventing my friends from getting together and having ice cream in my honour. Wear articles of orange, or undying flowers, to mark yourselfs throughout the crowd. And send me lots of pictures! This is the present I most desire this birthday (besides all the usual awesome swag, of course).
Perhaps I will have deeper thoughts later on the True Meaning of being a Quarter of a Century, but it seems far more likely that I’m just going to run around Dragon*Con being my mother’s minion and flailing as I try to figure out just how I do cons where I don’t know anybody.
Be well, everybody. The birthday person decrees it!
~Sor
MOOP!
Which is actually an interesting conundrum. Because I need to write about four hundred more words for today, but “today” is not my birthday. Is it wrong to write about my birthday?
Hell, is it incorrect to claim that “today” is indeed my birthday, simply because the clock has passed the midnight hour? For almost all else in my world, I have adhered to the idea that tomorrow only occurs after sleep or sunrise. Why should my birthday be any different?
…Oh right, because it’s my birthday, because I’m awesome, and because once I am Lord High Queen of Everything in full and not just part, the anniversary of that most hallowed of days will be a months long celebration. With a spare few weeks in February to celebrate the half birthday as well, I imagine. MY BIRTHDAY IS ALL EXCEPTIONS BECAUSE MY BIRTHDAY IS A GREAT AND GOOD AND GLORIOUS THING!
It has been determined that there will be ice cream, as there was last year, but because I am currently in Atlanta, that ice cream will be held a week from the actual date, next Thursday, September 4th. Come to Davis Square and prepare to be assimilated. INTO DELICIOUS!
There was discussion on my Facebook page, which has led to me informally decreeing that I should host an ice cream in Davis Square night tonight as well. (Tonight being the evening of the 28th, so about twenty hours from now). I won’t be there, but that is NO EXCUSE for preventing my friends from getting together and having ice cream in my honour. Wear articles of orange, or undying flowers, to mark yourselfs throughout the crowd. And send me lots of pictures! This is the present I most desire this birthday (besides all the usual awesome swag, of course).
Perhaps I will have deeper thoughts later on the True Meaning of being a Quarter of a Century, but it seems far more likely that I’m just going to run around Dragon*Con being my mother’s minion and flailing as I try to figure out just how I do cons where I don’t know anybody.
Be well, everybody. The birthday person decrees it!
~Sor
MOOP!