Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday, dear Faustus.
Happy Birthday to me.
Though perhaps, given my senescence, a more appropriate birthday song would be the one they used to sing whenever it was anybody’s birthday in the music library where I used to work:
It’s your birthday.
It’s your birthday.
Gloom and misery fill the air.
People dying everywhere.
It’s your birthday.
It’s your birthday.
People keep telling me the 30s are much better than the 20s.
Let’s hope this is borne out by experience.
the thirties are SOOO much better. Oy. You’ll see.
Happy Birthday Dearest Faustus ๐
*TRIPLE LICKS*
Happy Birthday, fellow Capricorn.
Stick around for at least another couple of decades; the 40s are even better than the 30s!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
happy birthday, babes! ๐
happy birthday!
When I turned 40, people told me it was the new 30. So maybe 30 is the new 25.
Pink, however, is still the navy blue of India…
As I turn 34 next month I can officially say that 31 was the hardest birthday. The 30’s are better though, as you’ve learned the hard lessons and are now working on the easier stuff. Now you can officially have emotional baggage.
Happy Birthday!
Navy blue, on the other hand, is the pink of Palm Beach.
One of these years I will remember your birthday (I always think it’s in February for some reason). Happy birthday hugs and kisses to my absolutely favorite human to whom I am not related by birth or marriage!
Happy Birthday… I do not miss my 20’s but dread my 40’s.
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shorty
It’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
(sorry, that was just playing in the taxi)
Many happy returns of the day!
Yay! Happy birthday Faustus..
Diem genitalem,
Diem genitalem,
Care Faustus, felicem
Diem genitalem!
happy birthday…
best wishes from tรยผbingen, germany
Happy, happy, happy birthday!!! And screw carbs, don’t forget your cake – a gift to you from Artemis in exchange for a year of good luck and health!
Happy B-Day! Hope your day is a fabulous as my new Prada bookbag!! Cheers!
[insert something original and interesting here] Happy birthday.
Hooray! Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday indeed, sir.
Happy 31st Birthday!
if it’s any consolation, I have always thought of you to be 20 something. Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday, Mr. Pwesident… happy biwthday to you.
Everything works out in your thirties, I swear. Happy Birthday Faustus.
What’s so great about the thirties?
Ugh. At 30 I was a rebounding drunken slut; 31 got depressed and fat; 32 got therapy and thin; 33 is nigh and I’m feeling slutty again. :::grumble:::
Oh. Happy Bday too.
Happy birthday. I’m only six years behind you!!
Don’t be scared,
it’s only wrinkles,
it’s only age
it’s only more words
written on the page.
๐
xx
Happy birthday!
Let’s just put it this way: if your blog is a reliable indicator, your life is only going to get more fabulous.
And now I’m done pandering ๐
Happy Birthday.
They say everything works out in your 30s. That’s a lie: I haven’t worked out in years, not even an aerobics class.
Incontinence says what?
Happy Birthday hon.
Smooches…happy birthday hon
Only 3 years into them, I am enjoying my thirties… the world around me is a more firghtening place, but I seem better equipped to deal with it. With age comes wisdom. Or at least accumulated therapy.
Happy Birthday, my loquacious friend!
MzOuiser
I’m sorry I misspelled FRIGHTENING. I’m at work.
Oh dear dear. My comment didnt make it.
Well happy birthday to you on your 33rd 32nd birthday. (DUCKING!)
Very………Happy birthday Faustus..
Happiest Birthdayest Faustus! Long life I can see in your hands, and long life to this blog too…
Hope you have a terrific 31st year!!!!