I am 30 years old today.
Thirty.
Years.
Old.
I usually don't give a frag about my birthday, and most years I don't even give this day a second thought.  Certain numbers though, do seem to stand out.  At 16 I could drive, at 18 I could vote, and 21 meant I could stop getting other people to buy my alcohol.  But since then, none of the numbers have really meant anything to me, I mean seriously, who could get all worked up about celebrating their 27th birthday?  Get over yourself already.