OK, just because it just came up, yes, Sally and I share a birthday. That is, our birthdays are on the exact same day. This has caused some people, upon discovery of this fact, to proclaim "That's so cheesy."

Yes. So true. Both of us were very lucky, as we went out into the world searching for a mate who fit our sole requirement of having the same birthday as ourselves. It's kind of like the way we plan to eventually dress the same way and finish each other's sentences. Also, it makes birthday parties ever so convienient.

Man, I am an old fucking man. So tired. Going online after 11pm is the death of me.

The Pearl Harbor movie is now being dissed so ubiquitously that it's beginning to make me wonder if you'd be seen as cool if you said you liked it.

Oh, and if you work in an urban area, maybe in a bustling downtown metropolis, and (speaking of ubiquity) you come across a 'Cosi' restaurant, feel free to chill in their comfy chairs, but, at all costs, avoid the buffalo chicken blue cheese carmelized onion sandwich. Seems like common sense, doesn't it? I learned it the hard way.