let's eighty-six thirty-six.

ugh.
duders,
this is IT.
the very last day i'll ever be thirty-six years old for ever and ever.
and i'm telling all y'all i'm SO not sorry to see it go down the drain.
...at all.
i'll kiss this age of unreasonable seasons a great big, fat, wet,
french-style lickory goodbye;
and with not one single salty teardrop in either of my eyes;
which will be wide open and watching it waste and wither away
as tonight turns into berfday.
honestly,
i'm ready to put it well and truly far far behind me.
the next phase of activation begins at dawn, or more likely, well before.
after all, who can sleep at a time like this?
uh-huh-
another 'nother year older, and another 'nother year wiser.
i've got an overabundance of information and experience, kids.
and those're the building blocks of wisdom.
i'm getting pretty wise in my dotage, especially around my A*.
(wiseacre, what-whaaaaaaat?!)
seeing how i'm never gonna be this age again,
i might've spent some time tonight ruminating on this last year,
but i've been just too dang busy getting busy in my mutha-flippin' kitchen.
what kind of farewell party am i having for my mid-thirties sendoff?
a F*ing pizza party, b!tches!
check the pizza-wheelie teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!
fancy, huh?

c'mon. you like it.
weird sauce, but not weak sauce,
and spinach, because i'm strong to the finish,
with nootch and daiya faux cheesy-type jauns,
and pretend bacony bits.
it's fit for facial fury in a stuffed-full-mouth-full-of-flavor kind of way.
mostly, though?
yeah.
it's the last thing i'm gonna munch up before i'm officially even older.
gross;
never quiet, never soft.....