Today is Ian’s birthday. Everyone go over and wish him a happy birthday. For my part, I’ll be wishing him a happy birthday the Seinfeld way.
"Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year’s gone by and how little we’ve grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge with each flicker of the candles on the cake we know it’s not meant to be. That for the rest of our sad, wretched, pathetic lives this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably. Irrevocably. Happy birthday? No such thing."
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