There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
George Santayana (1863 - 1952), Soliloquies in England, 1922, “War Shrines”

Before I go start this post I want to show ya’ll what was emailed to me…here. Of course it’s just some wack way to get you to sign up for porn, but I thought it was kinda funny.

Anyway I’m twenty seven today and only slightly despondant because once again you have all been deprived of what should be a national holiday. I would recommend that you all take a day off today…but it’s after 7pm so forget it. I’ve been through intro/retro and all other types of ’spection that you can go through. Now I just want to enjoy myself.

Regret:
My lack of coupledom means I’m not assured birthday coitus, but you never know.

The first version of this post didn’t make it…damn windows shutting down.

Otherwise:
I’m feeling good, I plan to drink. I plan to have fun. I plan to get attention. A friend has prompted the get together which will take place saturday after another event. Tonight I go to the local open mic to…get attention. Perhaps I’ll do some flirting, even if that opportunity doesn’t come. I’ll get to perform and make fun of Olu’s outfit…did I mention that I make fun of the hosts outfits everytime I go here…I get a little mad when she wears regular gear. I would say more but I’m about to go exert my influence on the town. Plus I really just wanted to post so Beloved won’t drop out of a tree and spit razor blades at me.