:: Birthdays was the worst days ::

Thursday, April 15, 2004

My birthday, 1979: I am born into this world.
My birthday, 1980: Things going well.
My birthday, 1981: Again, doing well. Am now an older brother.
My birthday, 1982: Fine, thanks.
My birthday, 1983: All's well. Return of the Jedi was awesome.
My birthday, 1984: Nothing to report.
My birthday, 1985: Staying on target. Conditions green.
My birthday, 1986: There is a great disturbance in the force. Clouds of permanent darkness descend.
My birthdays, 1987 - present: Utter horror.

I knew something changed on June 13th, 1986. My birthdays up until that year were times of rejoicing and mirth. From 1986 hence, that date brought gloom and despair. For almost two decades the reason why remained a mystery. Today that mystery was solved.

I share a birthday with the Olsen twins. Both of them.

Posted by morland @ 01:03 PM

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And how is that a bad thing?

Posted by: natacocha on April 15, 2004 04:54 PM

Don't you also share a strain of genital herpes with the Olsen twins?

Posted by: Alexis on April 15, 2004 11:28 PM

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