It's my party and I'll be sad and alone if I want to.

It’s my party and I’ll be sad and alone if I want to.

Today I turn twenty five and, since most of no one else gives a shit, I made my own website to commemorate my quarter-century of max-relaxin’ and wrecking shit up.

You might need to refresh it to make the song play –or maybe it’s just my computer– and I couldn’t get the bears to actually dance like they’re supposed to, but fuck it: it’s my birthday, you guys do the work. I’m just joshing with you, here he is, as he should be:

You make my dreams come true.

Catch y’all on the flipside.