9/9/78: a bald kid was born in Portland, Oregon. 9/9/07: a bald kid gets a sweet-ass tattoo from a shop in Santa Cruz, California, then proceeds to drink wine and eat cheesecake with his hottie wife.
I have to keep the bandage on until this evening, so pictures will follow in my next post. Suffice it to say that I officially endorse Staircase Tattoo and the work of Doug Love, tattoo artist.
Other cool shit I got for my birthday: a 2GB memory stick for my camera and this awesome bag.
Man. I'm thoroughly mired in materialism today.
Oh, also, a friendly hi-five to everyone present at Tweak's BBQ last night. It was a momentous occasion, not least because we decided to start calling our friend E.M. "Money."
9.09.2007
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Happy birthday! Can't wait to see the tattoo!
If the 9th is indeed your birthday, I now know 5 people born on that day! Happy birthday and I can't wait to see a pic of the tattoo.
je te souhaite un joyeux anniversaire! j'espere que tu as une bonne annee!!
happy birthday! now don't forget to call your mother.
Wait wait wait...I thought it was her job to call ME!
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I've always thought that the large numbers of September birthdays had something to do with getting it on in the late holiday season, around new year's.
new years, christmas and, in our case, thanksgiving. who was it that said something about the cold weather making people want to curl up and get humpy?
and no, i have come to realize that it is definitely your job to call her. after pushing this kid out i have a greater appreciation for what birthdays mean to mothers.
Happy Birthday! Sweet ink!
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