As Thanksgiving waxes and New Moon excitement wanes, I am here to share with you a few things for which I am fangful this year.
I don’t ever have to go back to high school. Much less repeat it over and over for the rest of my undead life. What price immortality, eh, Cullen?
I am not solely responsible for my lover’s happiness and willingness to live. While it is true that I give Gene everything just by breathing, that’s because my breath is full of nutritious CO2, and “Gene” is what I named my cactus.
I would not endlessly moan and complain if people wanted to buy me designer clothes and fancy cars. You hear that? No complaints.
I have the imagination to properly exploit super-strength, godlike beauty, limitless wealth and eternal youth. I don’t have those other tools yet. But the imagination is there.
No matter how old I get, Gene continues to be older. Happy late birthday, old man. And happy Fangsgiving to Twilight fans everywhere.