For a while, there have been Pedo jokes aimed at me. Its nothing serious, just a little bit of harsh humour.
First time that I can remember is when I was at work, I'd recently shaved (A miracle in its own) and I was wearing a beanie, because I also had long hair and my beanie is very convenient in keeping it out of my face.
Then, one of my workmates walked in and said "Doesn't Meddy look like a pedo without his beard?"
Wasn't really cool at the time. Actually, it still isn't cool. But hey. I take it in stride, and since then a few Pedo jokes have come out of the woodwork. Harmless ones, of course. Such as, about a month ago, I was on the train headed to the Gold Coast and a couple of chickies asked if I had a pen they could borrow. Since I was going to a Dungeons and Dragons session, I conveniently had one. So it turns out, they were pretty cool and I gave them my Myspace name and kept in contact. About a week ago one of them finally found me. Turns out she's 17, and naturally, the internet-pedo-stalker jokes came out. It was funny.
Now, today it is my birthday. Twenty Three! Tonight, I celebrate birthdays with my Uncle Scott, who is celebrating his 50th. His birthday was on the 22nd, but that's okay. He's a truckie, so I'm not surprised that he can't get much time off until the weekend.
But, and here's the real kicker, I got an email come around from work.

Farrah Fawcett died on the 25 June from Anal cancer (Which sounds a bit Whacko)
Michael Jackson suffers heart attack and dies on the 25 June. He was playing with little boys and tried to Fawcett.

Pretty harsh, and a sad loss (mostly because of his music, I still think he's a bit of a dodgy character). But the mongrel has stolen my limelight! This is my day! How could he do this to me! Granted, he died on the 25th, not the 26th, but they're in the US which is a day behind. So it's pretty much the same day.
But it's all good. The only disappointing thing so far is that I haven't gotten balloons littered around my desk, which is the usual tradition for birthday people in the office. *Shrug* All well. I'll live.

Update: That last statement is quite apt. There's the old saying "They always come in threes". Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and possibly JEFF GOLDBLUM! It's hard to tell, people won't confirm it.
Today is a good day to die.