It’s my birthday! I am the big two-five! In classic book nerd speak, that makes me two years older than young Jamie Fraser circa Outlander Book 1. I am also six years older than Nat Eaton, who’s age I estimate to be around nineteen, yet I still lust after that cocky seaman, which means I am officially on the path to cougar-dom.

In celebration of the day I shot forth from my mother’s womb, I will eat cake enough for three people and pass out. Then I will wake up and perform a drunken Russian step dance to the amusement of all. But before I do, here’s some hastily cobbled together pop culture trivia associated with this, the holiest of days…

I share a birthday with Truman Capote. Capote also died on the year I was born. That year is a famous book written by George Orwell; you were probably forced to read it in high school. Also, James Dean died today. In short, my birthday is full of dystopian, idol killing awesomeness!

Also, I am Asian. That is neither here or there, but if you follow me on twitter it was a big shocking revelation. I quote Raych and Eva: “You’re ASIAN?????!!!!!”  Yes, if we were the Babysitter’s Club, I call dibs on Claudia!

I also quote my boyfriend: “Sometimes I forget you’re Asian, then I stare into your eyes and secretly wonder if they are open.” Isn’t he a sweet talker?

That being said, I give you pictures of my face. You might need a magnifying glass to see it, but I am smiling at you with my eyes…