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The strange melancholy of a birthday steals over me. Reflection, the philosopher living uninvited in my head, asks "Is this it? Did too many moments pass me by?" I can do nothing but tell the voice to be quiet and do what my heart tells me to do. For tomorrow it means the end of sloth and gluttony. I'm more than ready.

Go With What You Know

My crazy superstition proved itself to be grounded in fact. Staying up until 5am when drinking guarantees no hangover. In fact, I awoke ravenous and happy. And no one needs more than 2 hours of sleep, right?

Although the night wasn't what I expected, starting with the weather, I had an excellent time. Even though 11:11 denied me both times yesterday, it's turning out to be the best birthday weekend I've had in years. Maybe it'll hit awesomely awesome before it's through. Just wait until I get some chips and salsa.

Random Thoughts While Driving

I'm tired of rain and clouds and rainclouds. It's August. Shouldn't there be sun?

Thank you Target for allowing me to ignore Wal-Mart for months at a time.

Although I could live without Taco Bell, I have a secret spot in my heart for sporks. Even the word makes me happy.

Any song that starts off with:
"Well just because she feeds me well
And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel
Doesn't mean she's got eyes for me
She might just want my bones you see"
is OK by me.

Is it Friday yet? How about now?

Grrrrrrrrrrr

That's all I can say. Just Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Where Does The Time Go?

It's been days, DAYS, I tell you, since I caught 11:11 on the clock. I really could use a ridiculous wish right about now.