Well, color me stupid, I missed this yesterday.

Everyone’s favourite blogger that was formerly known as Kulrblind has turned 33.

You poor miserable bastard.

Just think — now you are in your 34th year.

What’s that sound? It’s the creeping footsteps of that playful scamp, DEATH.

Remember… I still owe you for this.

UPDATE: Yes, this is a Month of Me post. I’ve eaten eggs at his house. He has compressed my body in mid-air. He has even seen me dance. And laughed uproariously at the memory of it. On several occasions.

I owe him for that too.

Everyone — wish a very splendiferous 30th birthday to the lovely and talented SassyK!

How does this fit in with The Month of Me?

Because, through some odd twist in the fabric of reality, I find my life serving as the harbinger of hers.

Or hers serves as an echo of my own.

Either way, I worry that if we ever actually find ourselves face-to-face, that very same fabric of reality shall be torn asunder and all of creation shall unravel into formless chaos.

That, or we’ll probably get drunk and giggle a lot.

One or the other.

Me and Otto.

19 years old.

Halloween. 1990.

Rented costumes from the Theatre Department.

Ready to hit the town.

Aaaaaaaand… SCENE:

I seem to have been given a Valentine.

By Kulrblind:

It would be remiss of me not to return the favour.

Ahem.

Dear Kulrblind,

Will you be my Valentine?

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