Birthday posts seem so requisite don't they? As though when signing up for blogs on any site or personal network-er of your choice be it Facebook, Myspace, or Twitter they have a little check box right next to the "Terms and Agreements" obligating you to post some sloppy hack of an introspective intellectual examination containing the full emotional rainbow. Though your life carries all the significance of a raindrop into the atlantic and your annual intellectual slop will be about as memorable as the winners of "Survivor" it is an unshakable tradition of we who boldly record our musings as though anyone really cared. So you light the candles and I'll start my annual slop slinging.
In reality the birthday itself was stolen by two individuals in particular. The first being the object of this very blog. Cheaper individuals would have authored under the wildly popular pseudonym "Hallmark" but my industrious, silver-tongued brother preferred to boldly write in the open. I have never been so complimented in trans-atlantic fashion before, nay I have never been so poetically celebrated at all. I may only hope that such nice things are said of me as they lower me six feet under.
The other birthday caper this year was my amazing girlfriend Autumn. Every man I know should be as lucky to have a woman so capable of balancing selfless giving and self-serving. It was in no uncertain terms a more satisfying day than I could have imagined and every minute was guided, facilitated, planned, paid, or suggested by her. I only await the day when she realizes that the perfect catch deserves far better a fool.
As for the past year? It was spent mostly in Sam's limelight, with a brief pause to stand in Autumn's limelight instead. As for the year to come? More limelight standing and coattail riding likely. I'll be happy so long as it's that warm, familiar Sam-glow.
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