thirty raze i built it up in my head to be this milestone, this swamp of strange psychology, this thing to be reckoned with, this tipping point, crisis point, point-your-finger-at-it-and-grimace point, when really it's just been another number, another year. it still feels strange to say. those ten year markers always feel strange to say, strange to think about, because they feel like the end of something in a way the other markers don't. but in a few months there will be another marker that won't be so resistant to falling off the tongue, and what i am will rhyme with "dirty fun". and who doesn't want some of that every now and then? 140528 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Is it a birthday? Happy birthday! Don't worry, we're not too old for a quarter-life crisis. (I think quarter-life is like half-life, and it's not about radioactivity but spare change.) 140528 ... raze my birthday is in august (i am leo, hear me meow), but i thank you! the good news is, since i got this weird milestone out of the way last year while watching tennis with my foot nearly broken and navigating the weirdness of a brief summer_thing, this one coming will feel much less strange, and there won't be any foot pain to accompany it (knock on imaginary wood). 140528 ... e_o_i Non-careful reading on my part. But it's a quarter-year to your birthday. I remember being a kid and thinking, "Okay, so now I am eight AND THREE QUARTERS." 140529 what's it to you? who go blather from