  I guess I can put my Uday and Qusay voodoo dolls away. Good riddance, you bastards. I've been so busy planning this and that thing... running from work to the gym, the gym to home, home to bed... that I forgot about my birthday next week. I'll be 36... and yes, I don't give a fuck about that. There's so much stuff that circulates within the gay community about being "old"-- generally coming from twenty-somethings who don't have a clue... sometimes from thirty- and forty-somethings filled with a sense of defeat. How can I be old at 36 when I plan to live to be 130? hmmm... I feel like this could turn into the now-infamous, much-loved and often copied urlLink Addaboy "Fuck You" segment. But I'll refrain because actually I'm in a great mood. 
