Birthdays

I don't know why it's taken me this long to realize this, but I am pretty sure that Happy Birthday might be the worst song ever.(tied for me with 500 Miles by the Proclaimers) If you really think about it, no one likes getting Happy Birthday sung to them, and I am pretty positive no one actually enjoys singing Happy Birthday to anyone else. Nobody randomly whistles Happy Birthday while walking to work or doing some chores. And the reason? Because it's terrible.

On a side note, my birthday is coming up.

Getting older

I literally got a little older last week. A decade older in fact. I Turned 30 years old on Monday and started to feel like it. I didn't have any new aches or pains, no grey hairs, no loss of memory, but it was something else that made me feel old. I was getting my haircut from a new person that has never cut my hair before a few blocks up the street from my house. Sat in the chair, and the guy asked me what we wanted to do. Naturally I don't really care or know how to describe it, but I just want the guy to cut it and not make me look like an idiot. So he starts snipping and not even ten seconds into the haircut he says, "and we're trimming your eyebrows today?". Which kinda caught me off guard. Now, I know my eyebrows aren't perfectly manscaped and I've even been known to yank out the really long ones before. So, I relented. But damn, one day over 30 and I already have to get my eyebrows trimmed. Luckily when I asked if my ears were okay he said they were. For the record, I don't think anyone is saying anything about Jake Gyllenhall's eyebrows.

is this wrong?

So for those of you who aren't really familiar with where I work, I work in a neighborhood classified as the Gayborhood in Philadelphia. It's really not a bad place. I think my particular intersection is the crossroads of freaks, trannies, and other interesting sights. More about that another time. Lets just say that I have probably seen more ambiguous trannies in one year than most people see in three lifetimes. Always an adventure. Today's photo from my office window depicts a man who happens to be down on his luck, (not sure if you can read the sign in the picture) but he's celebrating his 22nd birthday, and he's just looking for a decent meal and some clean clothes. He's got nothing. Would it be so wrong if I bought him a mylar ballon saying happy birthday? Just imagine the sad photo it would make. Funny in a sick way.