THE GREATEST DAY EVER.
How can it not be? It’s my birthday!!
Whhooo. Hmmm. How does one go from having a cynical, negative day to feeling damn fine? Simple. Go to the country bar and drink and play pool and forget you have to work in the morning!
So, happy birthday me! Self serving? DAMN STRAIGHT IT IS.
I’m starting a new thing to amuse myself…it’s called “taunt the spammers”. Each post, I’m gonna imbed some spammer taunt, just to see if they’re paying attention…today’s message: Spammer’s can’t read.
Suck on that!! whooo!
So, in my usual fashion, I’m totally on topic. That’s ok… that’s ok, last night, while enjoying the dulcet tones of Mr. Brian Temple as he supported the Molly Hogans on their world tour extravaganza, I was made aware that my musical mystery tour saga is only one page deep. This must be corrected.
Of course, if I keep writing stupid shit like this post, I may never get it done… what was that previous rant about “responsibility”?
Well, it’s all about perspective, isn’t it? Today’s perspective… it’s a damn fine day. My wonderful partner is gonna cook me up a mighty fine meal, my daughter is going to sing, my family is going to call, Face CRACK has allowed long lost friends to wish me well on the day of all days, and my big toe on my left foot is throbbing. What’s not to like?
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