I used to hate my birthday.
Maybe its because when I was 8, the wind blew my birthday away.
Maybe its because when I was 18, my grandma, neighbor, and history teacher all died the month before.
Maybe its because when I was 21, I had a 104 degree fever.
The last two years have been good.
Spent my 30th at the Cashbah with Mark, Travand Jadlish, drinking PBR and watching Sweet and Tender Hooligans.
Last year, Erick came down and we raged for 3 days, including the only time Disembodied and Moz were spun in the same set at Avalon.
This year, Dev drew me an awesome pic that Erakuh framed. Eri gave me some awesome shirts and a sweeeeeet digital camera. My mom is giving me a desk. And we are goin to Disneyland.
As of right now I don't mind growing older. 29 was way worse than 30 because of the impending doom I felt growing over me. But when 30 hit, it wasn't that bad.
Now lets see what happens when 35 comes.