When Did This Happen?

Apparently I went and turned 37. Not sure how that came to be, but as in year's past, I'm happy to still be riding a skateboard, planning for zombie invasions and scowling at people who talk too loud on the subway. I should probably blog more and stay off Facebook. More exercise and fewer fried foods would be a good idea as well, but let's be realistic. Fried foods are excellent and exercise is not that much fun.

I bitch about getting older, mainly because bitching comes natural to me. But I'm a pretty lucky guy; I've got an incredible girlfriend who puts up with no shortage of garbage from me and somehow keeps liking me. My family and friends are the most incredible in the world for too many reasons to count.

I miss my dad, though. It's the one thing I hate about almost every major life event now: He's not here, and I wish he was. I miss that phone call where he'd wish me happy birthday and give me shit about being an old man. He'd always say that we're all lucky to be alive. He was right.

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You've probably already noticed that the air is a little cleaner, the sun is a little brighter, your morning coffee was a little tastier...well, the mystery is solved. It's because today is the greatest day in the history of man.

Happy Birthday to me.

I think I'll celebrate with a little schralping, hopefully somewhere near the cheerleader tryouts.