Well, I’m 27. 26 was a fairly traumatic year, but I’m sorry to leave it behind — it seemed like a pretty good age to be. But I’ve still got over a thousand days until the crystal in my left palm turns black, so I’m not really upset at marking this year off the calendar.
I’m still sort of apathetic about the whole birthday observance ritual, though. So instead of trying to guilt you all into celebrating the anniversary of my glorious birth, I think I’ll just try to guilt you into coming to this:
I’m confident that it’ll be great.
In other news, it appears that the song on the new Arcade Fire CD that’s my current favorite is actually about what a jerk Jessica Simpson’s dad is. That makes me like it even more.
happy birthday!
welcome to the 27′s. it is a grand age, indeed. or at least, makes you feel all that much closer to 30. woo! a happy birthday to you.
Wooo birthday!
Happy birthday, Tom.
We scheduled Unbuckled on your birthday?! I had no idea! I’d call it your unbirthday, if that phrase weren’t already taken. See you tonight, and happy birthday!
Nice Logan’s Run reference, young man.
Twenty-seven years young, Tommy. Happy birthday.
Happy Birthday! I’m told 27 is a good year.
happy birthday!
wish we could’ve made it out last night to wish you a happy birthday in person!
Whoops, must’ve missed this. Happy belated birthday!