December 13th, 2005
It’s Official: I Can Run For President
No, I’m not running for president, but I can. At 12:51am this morning, I turned 35 years-old.
To my little brother, I’m over the hill.
To my G’ma, I’m still in diapers.
To me… well, I’m closer to being 50 than I am to 17.
And who wants to be 17 again? Let me rephrase that: Who wants to be 17 again for more than a week?
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Happy Birthday!
thanks, d. the gray on my chin is spreading faster than i can grow it. :)
Happy Birthday Sean!
And here’s the thing: 50 year old men are generally far sexier than 17 year old boys.
i’ll take that as a future compliment and send you an email from futureme.org, dating 2020, thanking you!
;)
Happy Birthday Sean!
thanks, tara.
Happy birthday, Sean!
thanks, roch. angela just took me to 1618. great dinner.
Happy Birthday man.
Been there, done that. Is not as bad as it sounds, actually much better. Enjoy.
thanks, Q.
Happy birthday! You’ll always be younger than me.
thanks, dan. i’m still kicking myself for missing that gig you rocked in early 1970.