[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] A twelve year old boy called me a shorty while I was visiting his middle school a few weeks ago (he was promptly reprimanded and apologized for being disrespectful.  I love teachers.).  I’m 5’4″, but I don’t think he was referring to my height (or lack thereof).  It’s good to know as the years pass, I can still turn heads.  But sort of creepy to think those heads are turning in a school zone.  Let’s put an end to this line of thought.

We can sing 50 cent jams instead.

Go, shorty.  It’s your birthday.  We’re gonna party like it’s any other Tuesday for employed people. Go. Go. Go. Go to work on your birfday.  You don’t want to get fired on your birfday.  And you know we don’t give a f… it’s not your birthday.

Wait, but it really is my birthday, Curtis James Jackson III.  Important question: Who was cuter as a child?

Me?

Or Fitty?

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After completing most some of my While 28 List, I’m excited to start a whole new list for my 29th year. Maybe I should add “rap battle” to the list.  Or, “get a personality transplant.”  I’ll keep you posted.  Probably.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Dinner with Nick (not telling you where, don’t want to get kidnapped… or share my appetizer)
• This is (sort of) why I am the way I am
• What?  You desperately want to send me a pressie?!

What do you suggest I add to my While 29 List?  And seriously, who was cuter, me or .50?