All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that. And I intend to end up there...Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison...I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

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01 April 2011

Happy 2nd Birthday, Aspitude!!!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Aspitude, happy birthday to you! And many mooore...!

Wow, has it been 2 years already? And ya'll are still hanging around? Aww, thank you! No party on a massive yacht this year. Maybe next year...

[This post was originally a 3rd birthday post. But then Silly Editor realized Aspitude is only 2 years old. Time for a math class--oy vey! Nothing I can do about the 3 candles on the cupcake in the photo above. Enjoy!]