It's my birthday, dag-nammit!

It's my birthday and I'm crotchety and old, dag-nammit!

My gums been flappin' 'bout 2 hours now tryin' to get this cake down, and I finally gave up and soaked it in moonshine and sucked it up with a straw. Felt like that Fly feller from the sci-fi channel when he was eatin' cake! But he didn't get no buzz like I did, woohoo!

Then I went outside, peed on the side of the outhouse 'stead of goin' in and fired off my shotgun into the neighbors yard... har har, that damn dog's still barkin' its fool head off heh heh

DON'T DRINK.... AND BAKE. So sayeth the Schwarzenegger, ay-men.

I've found that by telling folks I've been takin' Vicoden, they tend to make mental room for my ramblings and actually enjoy the flights of consciousness then. Why do they need a drug reference to feel comfortable with different word use?

Hey Susy, nice camel toe!

In all seriousness, I've been wondering whether or not I should password protect this since it's part of a music website, but might as well let it all hang out for the time being. There aren't too many people reading it as of now anywho...

Happy Birthday to Me! Thanks to all the folks who called and remembered... you're better than I am! (I need constant reminders! So please be kind and remind!) And here's looking forward to drinkies and shits and giggles on Friday!