the two songs of “getting old…take your clothes off!” and “i am so hot in here, i’m gonna take my clothes off,” are currently getting a little mixed up in my head. but either way i think it’s a message. a message to you jason, to strip down and dirty to your birthday suit best. happy birthday! let’s be naughty! sorry!
so you’re like what? 24 now? i think you’re 24. if you’re not 24, well then….you should be. join the ranks. i mean really. get with the program.
how’s it feel to be potentially 24? good? kind of indiscriminate? 24 is a dumb year, i’ll tell you right now. i don’t have much left to go in mine and so i’m speaking from experience. soon though i’ll be able to rent a car without the pesky service charge, which i can then hold over you who is always renting cars and paying thru the nose.
jason you are a great friend. you always make me laugh and sometimes i get to visit you in jersey. there’s used book stores and family guys and some truly terrible movies. there’s watching you fling mac and cheese into bill’s tuba (TUBA) and watching you eat rice and peanut butter from the jar. there’s listening to you coo at kittens and listening to you expound on middle eastern literature with a map to back you up. we’ve been thru a lot, a lot and i love you. happy birthday!
Thanks, man. I love you, too.
Yeah, I’m 24. I think this might be an okay age for me, though. It’s been an all right 35 hours or so, so far.
ok, can i just add my one dissenting voice and say: you guys are so young! yes, i know that means i am old. oh well. happy birthday, baby! i love you. you know, the world is closing in. did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers? the future’s in the air, I can feel it everywhere. Blowing with the wind of change.
jason,
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change…
these thoughts just came to me, i don’t know…
Erica, for being able to understand the words to that song, I salute you. That’s something I’ve never been able to do.
Jason, for being Jason McHaggis Informational Menace Shamai, I salute you. That’s also something I’ve never been able to do.
Jason, I’ve always admired how shiny your teeth are. May your dental lustre wax in all the years to come.
it’s the fennel tom’s of maine toothpaste i gave him. now you can have shiny teeth with all the joy of really gross tasting paste too!
Dear Jason, you know I adore you. My birthday well-wishing is slightly belated because I’ve been in colonial Virginia – where internet doesn’t exist. Williamsburg, Jamestown, and Yorktown -they all salute you and your 24 years – they asked me personally to deliver the message. Some dude with a musket and a funny, pointy hat just gave you a 24 shot salute – it took a really long time.
all of those things i second. happy birthday.
a belated but no less belauded HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!
and yeah, 24 is dull, but c’mon, nothing you do is dull, or seems dull. even when i talked to you on the phone, and you had a cold, that seemed pretty exciting. live it up! yeah!
… … SIX YEARS TO THIRTY! … …
much love on your specialest of days, from all of tacoma to you. mwah.
p.s. that first line is your friends’ fault, they taunted jacob (I think?) with “*blank* years to 30!” at some point and it has stuck with me ever since as the perfect birthday greeting. and i’m 24 and 3 months already so i understand the pain.
dianna-
i must admit i looked up the lyrics online. the guilt has been wracking me for days. there, i said it. =P
giggle. susan, we taunt EVERYONE with “blank years till 30” although it did start with erica and i, it has spread to encompass everyone we know. it makes me happy that now it’s spread to tacoma too.
Thanks people. You tore down my Berlin Wall of uncoolness.
Erica Dobney, you’re a deceitful minx.
That is all.
is that you dobney the one i used to collect x files cards with in lynton? if it is send me an e mail at daveatchambers@hotmail.com
oh please say it’s you, dobney.