Yesterday was my last day of youth and today, my first as a legitimate and useful member of society. I turn thirty possessing the vigor of a twenty year old, the wisdom of a forty year old, and the humility of a two year old.

I have achieved complete confidence in my ability to do all of the things I will need to do to build the life I want, and more importantly, my ability to not give a shit about anything else.

Fortunately, I have survived long enough to become concerned for my own survival and learned the lessons of life just in time to start living. I know that I've had many humiliating experiences that will haunt me forever, but for the life of me, I can't quite recall any of them.

You'll be happy to know that I'm still quite comfortable with change, I use only the latest technologies and my mind remains spongelike and open to controversial new ideas, despite the fact that everybody is wrong about everything.

I'm going to miss the vast swath of art designed to appeal only to the emotional mania of the young, but art that is good may serve as an acceptable substitute.

Now that I have finally come to terms with the fact that nothing really matters and we are all insignificant flotsam in a meaningless universe, I can really start to get things done.

And best of all, since I no longer require the companionship of assholes and lunatics, I'll be able to spend more time with the truly good people who have patiently loved me always, as long as I don't have to leave the house.

Forever young,
Jed













how do you save this fucking thing