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I feel like I should write something

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Considering it is my birthday and all, but I don’t really have anything substantial to say that I haven’t said in a past birthday before, probably.  Although my day is getting better, probably because I’m simply not in Virginia anymore, and the Willy’s burrito I just consumed for lunch, things aren’t necessarily as chipper as some people might expect for their birthdays to be.

As mentioned, I got home really late last night, and missed an entire day of work.  I’m grateful that my car was okay, and I really just wanted to move forward.  Waking up this morning, I went for a run and did some basic lifts to help prevent me from becoming a monumental fat fuck.  I get into work, just wanting to pass the time through the day, but it turns out the queer-jew that sits behind me is hacking his lungs out.  Perturbed by such a nuisance, I offer him an antihistamine for his allergies, except he explains to me that it’s not allergy, but a cold.  Fuckin’ great.  I hear him hacking away for the next few hours, me getting pissed because it’s loud and obnoxious, and the Starbucks fucked up my free birthday drink and got something that wasn’t no-whip, but no-taste.  I’m debating on forfeiting more work so that queer-jew doesn’t get me sick with his incessant uncovered coughing, but distressed over the fact that I’ve already missed eight hours already due to the airport snafu.  I’m sour.  Everyone around me is seemingly sour.  Not much of a good birthday feeling so far.  I stew.

Then, I find out that queer-jew is leaving early anyway, capitalizing on the corporate negligence that seemingly absolves employees of not being present if they’re going to a doctor’s appointment or something, so I’m delighted to hear that queer-jew will stop bitching about how his diminishing sick time, and by the time I get back to the office, he and his AIDS will be gone.  Now, I can relax my shoulders a bit, and coast through the rest of the day, and hope to have a relaxing dinner with some friends to celebrate this whole birthday thing out on a good note.

Otherwise, not much else to say, bringing in this year.  Not my greatest birthday evar, but at least I’m thankful to be home now.

Gratitude

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I just want to say thanks to all the people who were at dinner last night in honor of my birthday.  It was a pleasant surprise to see table filled with familiar faces for lil’ old me.  The food was good, the beer that much sweeter, but nothing compares to the company of nice people.

And of course, thanks Jen.  Wouldn’t have happened without your care.

It was one of the best birthdays I’ve had in quite a long time.

April the Nineteenth

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Historically, April 19th is day that for a lot of people is somewhat of a condemned day on the calendar.  Some might consider it a day of death:

  • In 1993, fires ravaged in Waco, Texas, ending a 51-day standoff between supposed cultists and the FBI resulting in about 80 human casualties.
  • In 1995, Timothy McVeigh detonates a truck filled with explosives in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Downtown Oklahoma City that killed 168 people, as well as injuring close to 700.
  • In 1997, floods ravaged the Dakotas, resulting in the destruction of eleven buildings and ruining countless homes and lives.
  • There was a brief hiatus of April 19th tragedies for the next decade or so, as the insane seemed to have missed the mark by a day or so (April 20, 1999 – Columbine Shootings, April 22, 2000 – Elian Gonzalez is extradited back to Cuba, April 16, 2007 – Virginia Tech Massacre), but in 2007, a crazy Haji suicide bomber drove his explosive-filled vehicle into a tanker, causing an explosion that killed 12 and injured 34 more.

But it’s not all death and tragedy; three very well-known professional athletes were born on April 19th:  In 1981, Troy Polamalu, the wild-haired strong safety for the Pittsburgh Steelers who covers, well, the non-aquatic covered Earth was born.  In 1983, the franchise of the Minnesota Twins and sabermetric Triple Crown winner, catcher Joe Mauer was born.  In 1987, arguably the prize package of women’s tennis, Maria Sharapova was born.

So what’s the point of all this?  If it isn’t already obvious, it’s because April 19th is my birthday.

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