birthdays was the worst days.

but yesterday was good.
another slice of time, down the hatch, and out the chute.
in the interest of giving credit in the areas where it is most due:
thanks for all the berfday well-wishing!
no joke.
all the worthy really-real ones sent regards.
since i've no time for fake ones,
that worked out pretty g-darn terrific.
there're a lot of folks who could do a lot worse, yeah?
seriously,
it's nice to know i might matter a mighty mini mite.
berfday blasts, my ninjas, y'know, from the past, also occurred;
my man M-Dog called, from out of the blue, from las vegas.
M-Dog!
if you've got a friend with a hyphenated -dog suffix,
you know what i'm talkin' on, here.
(it should be noted his first name does NOT start with an M, either)
and shawn called from japan.
twice!
nice.
what better way to celebrate,
than with a cake wrecks homage?
jess made me a tasty vegan treat.
from scratch.
i mean, what the F* is box mix?
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we had sushi. we had cake. we saw the new sherlock holmes movie;

sir arthur is surely completing multiple final-resting revolutions, ya'll.

not quite the consulting detective of old, to be certain.

but,

there were 'splosions.

and face-punches.

and old sh!tty gritty london landscapes.

so we liked it.

i guess guy ritchie must've taken the divorce pretty hard.

because he hopped on the big-budget blockbuster business

like a cold-blooded broke-ass.

still,

a couple of handsome superstars and a diabolical plot

is a darn good way to spend an afternoon matinee.

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that's that.

i'm older than i was yesterday.

again.

the first week of the year is over.

the long road gets longer.

so do the nights.

or maybe the lack of sleeping just makes it seem that way.

not that i know either of the principal characters,

but last night, during dinner,

a waitress interrupted our meal and told me that

her gynecologist thinks i'm great.

true story.

thing is,

she wasn't our waitress.

and i wasn't wearing a name tag.

and she wasn't in stirrups.

unsolicited reminders of stranger's vaginas, ya'll.

happy birthday, indeed;

never quiet, never soft.....