And now we are thirty-seven…
As has become traditional, I’m posting the once-a-year Birthday selfie, because no birthday is complete until my parents ring me and complain about the things I put up on the internet. Except I’ve been doing this for seven years now, so I may have broken them of the habit. We’ll see. And with that, my […]
and now we are thirty-five
It’s the morning of my 35th Birthday, which means two things. First, that it’s time to post the traditional morning-of-my-birthday-self-portrait-that-will-cause-my-parents-to-complain-about-the-things-I-put-up-on-the-internet. Not quite the grim visage of death I used for my thirty-third birthday, but I do plan on staying like this for most of the damn day. It’s Sunday, after all, and Sundays were meant […]
And Now We Are 34
Right, first things first, I give you the traditional dodgy cell-phone camera self-portrait, because no birthday is truly complete until my parents ring me and say “really, Peter, did you have to put that up on the internet?”: Of course, this probably qualifies as an improvement on last years birthday photograph, but I’ve made up […]
And now we are thirty-three
I’ve never really known what to do with my birthday. The realities of being haphazardly employed mean going out and celebrating are off the agenda and I’m pretty sure the last time I tried was back in 2006 or so. The idea of celebrating my birthday has always seems kinda awkward anyway. Existing for a […]