So, it's my birthday

So, it's my birthday and I'm be the ripe age of 26 today. Evidently it's my cham-pag-nee birthday. That means 'champagne' for people who don't speak stupid. I'm 26 on the 26th day.

My plans, you ask? I believe that I'll be heading to Sambro to be with the Ewert clan, have some drinkies, and head back home because Vanessa is bringing her sweet self to see me. She classes it as a "business trip," but we all know she's coming to be with me. So, what happens after that, I don't know.

I like to keep things as simple as possible, but as I get older, I find it more important to get together with family and friends to spend some quality time with them.

I do plan on getting quite shmamzered and hung over, so I'll keep water and Advil close by. When you think about it, in those kind of times, they are the only friends you can really count on to be there for you. Sure, they won't hold your hair back while you heave chunks in the gravel parking lot across from the Ale House, and they won't stop you from trying to take home the fugliest chick at the gonorrhea bar, but they will hydrate you and make it almost ok to see natural sunlight. We've all had the dream where we are making out with a hot chick and suddenly its ok to stop and drink a 13 liter jug of chocolate milk.

At any rate, Thanks for all the birthday wishes everyone. It means a lot and I'm happy and privileged to have such great friends.

Signing off,

Good Ole Ewey

Blue Is Dead!

Blue Is Dead!

Blue, age 2 years 3 months (412 in human years) survived by his roommates, the late minnows #1,2,3, and 4, his care takers Stephanie and Christopher, and his awesome colored rock.

Blue died from a disease called dropsy. No donations necessary, unless you want to give me cash. Funeral commenced immediately after time of death. Please pay respects next time you flush your toilette.

May your fins always flap
May your color stay Blue
You shall swim in the Heavens
I'm sure gonna miss you

R.I.P. ole' buddy