Sometimes I get bored at work and decide to Google stuff and write blogs instead. Today I felt the pressing need to figure out how old I am in days. I found a great website that provided the answer... I am officially 12,234 days old.
You'd think having lived 12,000+ plus days that I'd really have this life thing figured out... Turns out I don't. Here's what my journal entry might look like if I kept a journal.
Day 12,234:
Dear Diary,
I suck at being healthy. It's been about three weeks now that I have had this sinus infection. You should see what's coming out of my nose... it's madness. Everyone around me is dieting and eating healthy and I find myself continually repulsed by their good behavior. In other news, I got a paper cut underneath my fingernail from the label of a bottle of salad dressing in my fridge. Seriously, what are the odds? It really stings. I'm not very good at life...
Sincerely,
JTS22
Ridiculous, I know.
This discovery of my age in days got me thinking... I'm not a big fan of celebrating my birthday, however, I am now a huge fan of celebrating 1,000 day milestones.
So consider this your personal invitation to JTS22's 13,000 Days of Life Festival. It will be held on April 5th, 2013. If you already have plans, I suggest you cancel, because this party is going to change your life for the better.
I imagine it a lot like the State Fair. Pants optional. Please RSVP.
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