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My mother recently informed me that I'm 25. Seeing as I was born in the latter half of 1982, this came as quite a surprise to me. But she argued the point until I conceded.

As it turns out, she's decided to revoke the unusual spelling of my name, 23 years after its initial use. Excuse me. Apparently that's 25 years after its use. Silly me.

And here I was thinking it was my dad who had the stroke and following brain damage.

Anyhow, since I've been at my parents' house for the last 8 hours or so, I've been reflecting on my childhood, and thought I'd share some scans and some thoughts.


My parents always got along with my sister much better than me. I never understood why. Other than the fact that she loved them, whereas I tried to melt their souls:



It is also worth noting that I was not always a vegan, or even a vegetarian. True to my zombie heritage, I've been known to eat a brain or two.



I suggest you just don't cross me. Because I do have superpowers and I will fly at you with the wrath of pink.



So really, I haven't changed much at all.



See?