My Birthday

"Twenty-seven years ago, in the middle of a cold, dark and dreay night in Newark, NJ. A man was born...no, no a legend was born. And when he was born, it was said he would go on to do sort-of Great things!~Greg"

That is right today is my birthday and I pretty much (favorite catch word of mines) got what I wanted. Peace and quiet and a time to rest up and play with my sister's dog (I say this because Bubba-the dog doesn't pay attention to me when she is in the room) all day today. I didn't have to worry about work, answering phones, doing copies, fax or listening to tenants bitch/complain about something not working right. I called today the Ying of my birthday celebration, because tomorrow night will be the Yang. I have sushi, drinks, dancing and hopefully some macking (I think that what the kids these days are calling it) of the ladies who are out tomorrow night.

Being twenty-seven really feels weird. Not in the sense that I woke up this morning and screamed at the horror of being another day older (I liked Dexter's reasoning behind birthday celebrations..."celebrating another year of being alive."), but that I truly don't feel any bit of the slightest different that when I turned 18. Actually me at twenty-seven compared to me at seventeen is like night and day. First off I am 50-lbs lighter, and living a more healthier lifestyle. Only thing twenty-seven year old Greg envies about seventeen year old Greg...seventeen year old Greg had a girlfriend. But that is a problem that can quickly be fixed...usually with a bottle of rum/vodka.

Well I'm going to get going, go back to my night of relaxing, and reading. Plus got to rest up for tomorrow, because who know what will happen.