Allegedly it was the biggest military invasion in history. June 6, 1944 the Allies stormed the beach at Normandy and turned the tide of the WWII and eventually beat the Germans, and made the world safe for democracy, blah blah blah (see Dr. Marcus, I kind of paid attention).
Despite what history says, other very important things happened on June 6 too (you know besides my birth). For instance, on June 6, 1969 – The first Internet connection was created when network control protocol packets were sent from the data port of one IMP to another. Is it any coincidence that I was born a 3 short years later? No!
What does it mean? I was born to torment the Internet. You, darling ones, are so lucky.
I also just learned that I share a birthday with VC Andrews. What does that mean? I was born to write creepy books about ballerinas and incest. Wahoo! I can’t wait.
So this is 35. So far 35 can blow me, because it decided that we just had to wake up at the crack of 6:30 a.m. to greet the day.
If 35 is going to be about seizing the day and getting up early because we’re so excited to see what happens, I’m going to have to skip right to 36. I bet 36 is filled with the old bitterness and angst I’ve grown so fond of.
But, you know, considering the alternative I’ll take 35. Knowing how much I’ve dreaded it, 35 is probably going to rock the Casbah just to spite me.
Happy Birthday me!