A lot of things have happened this week. My Grandfather’s birthday, my birthday, some celebrity deaths, a lot.

My girlfriend, Suzanne, got me the awesomest gifts I could think of. She got me Little Big Planet and a Doctor Who Visual Dictionary. The game hasn’t come in yet, since she ordered it online for some reason, but the Doctor Who dictionary is fun.

So four prominent figures died this week, 2 unexpectedly. Figures, my birthday is always bad for someone. Micheal Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, and Billy Mays. And Micheal’s the one who gets a fanfare from congress etc. Damn perverted bastard “Oh but he was abused!” He was a crazy sick fucker who could make good music. Prince is a lot better, at least he doesn’t want to sleep with boys.

Billy Mays? Wow, wasn’t expecting that one, but I am seeing a lot of contention as to how he died on the internet news services….

Oh well, I’m out, enough ranting…

Thank you Suzanne, you made my birthday really good this year

Woo Hoo another birthday… I’m getting old… Going to go see transformers today, hearing good things, can’t wait…