Twenty seven. Not a big deal – but since I rarely write about my birthday, I figured why not start this year? It may be the last year I get to live anyway (thanks for instilling the fear in me, Roland Emmerich! Funny enough, I still haven’t seen the movie yet).
Another year has flown by, and while I still haven’t done anything significant (like sew a shark onto my chest) or made an impact to society – I’ve made some substantial changes to my life.
Continue reading “Twenty seven and counting part one – marriage.”