And I don't feel any different today. But all birthdays are like that, I think. You don't really feel anything "the day of;" it's always afterwards that everything sinks in. And besides, for me, being 18 isn't really that much of a big deal. It just means that I can be tried as an adult now, and my dad doesn't have to sign the Student Housing Application Contract for college. Whoo wee. Being an adult is so much fun . . . And I hear it just keeps getting better from here!

Happy Birthday, Crawford. You made it past your mid-teens, and things DO get better. Of course, you have to make sure they get better, as these things tend toward entropy if neglected. Our friend Robert Frost put it best: PROVIDE, PROVIDE The witch that came (the withered hag) To wash the steps with pail and rag, Was once the beauty Abishag, The picture pride of Hollywood. Too many fall from great and good For you to doubt the likelihood. Die early and avoid the fate. Or if predestined to die late, Make up your mind to die in state. Make the whole stock exchange your own! If need be occupy a throne, Where nobody can call you crone. Some have relied on what they knew; Others on simply being true. What worked for them might work for you. No memory of having starred Atones for later disregard, Or keeps the end from being hard. Better to go down dignified With boughten friendship at your side Than none at all. Provide, provide! Robert Frost Happy Birthday!

happy birthday kiddo. the best is yet to come.

Yeah right. Taxes. Mortagages. Insurance. Cemetary Plots. etc. etc.

Thanks so much Mr Depressing.

waking up naked and hungover between a pair of incredibly sexy chicks, flinging off the cumstained sheets and heading out to your living room for a few hits off the six foot bong. ahh college.

i'm so sad i didn't know you in college

i'm so sad I wasn't you in college

(pssst, crawford - nate masturbated and drank diet pepsi all through college.)

diet coke, fuckface.

And I was doing research on cannabis consumption by simian subjects and small barnyard goats. That's what college in Indiana will get you. May you have many more ... you too Nate!

you sick fucks. i've heard about you scientists and your dope smoking monkeys. all that ganja and no ho-ho's. fucking cruelity, man.