Today marks the anniversary of my entrance into the world 23 years ago exactly. I’m thinking this is one of the more boring birthdays. I mean, what do I get for turning 23? Nothing. I can already drink, buy porn, and smoke. (legally) I don’t get a break on my insurance until I hit 25, and I can’t run for president until 35. So What’s There to Celebrate?
Hello! It’s My Birthday! That’s reason enough! I’ve never understood people who didn’t care about birthdays. It’s everyone’s chance to celebrate the fact that, hey, this is the day you became part of the world. Without this day, there’d be no you! So glad you were born! So glad you are here!
And since it’s *my* birthday, there is of course extra celebration, because I’m just that awesome.
So what did you get me for my birthday? Here’s what I received from my mom.
Happy birthday to me!