I Can Kill You With My Brain

I want to take a minute (and this blog entry) to thank everyone who spent this last weekend with me, celebrating my birthday.  It was incredible and the last time I can remember feeling that happy and having so much fun for my birthday was during one of my birthday celebrations when I was a little kid.  The only thing missing was a new Transformers toy, though we did have a relatively new Nerf gun.

So, big thanks to my family, my two closest friends, and my girlfriend for spending the weekend at my house celebrating my start of another year.  Actually, I’m going to change that last sentence to be: So, big thanks to my family for spending the weekend at my house.  Don’t let the omission of a few words fool you into thinking that only my blood relatives joined in on the celebration.  My two best friends and my girlfriend were still there, but the word “family” is meant to include them, too.  Labeling them “friend” or “girlfriend” doesn’t come close to explaining how important they are to me and how much better my life is because they are in it.  For all intents and purposes they are family.  I love each of them like family.  By any definition of the word they are family.  Okay, maybe not this definition:

13. a unit of the Mafia or Cosa Nostra operating in one area under a local leader.  (via dictionary.com)