Theme Song #31 - Happy Birthday to Me!!

"i'm a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. a diversified multi-cultural, post-modern desensitizing that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. i've been up linked and downloaded,i've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. i'm a high-tech low-life. a cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!

i'm new wave, but i'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. i'm a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so i'm interactive, i'm hyperactive and from time to time i'm radioactive.

behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet ,pushin the envelope. i'm on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed. I got no urge to binge and purge. i'm in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top but under-the-radar. a high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. a street-wise smart bomb. a top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. i'm a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. a raging workaholic. a working rageaholic. out of rehab and in denial!

i've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. you can't shut me up. you can't dumb me down because i'm tireless and i'm wireless, i'm an alpha male on beta-blockers.

i'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! i'm a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case prematurely post-traumatic and I have a love-child that sends me hate mail.

but, i'm feeling, i'm caring, i'm healing, i'm sharing. a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary caregiver. my output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, i eat junk food, i buy junk bonds, i watch trash sports! i'm gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly and lactose intolerant.

i like rough sex. i like tough love. i use the "F" word in my emails and the software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini-mall. I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. i'm toll free, bite sized, ready to wear and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. i've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

i'm a rude dude, but i'm the real deal. lean and mean! cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. rough, tough and hard to bluff. i take it slow, i go with the flow, i ride with the tide. i've got glide in my stride. drivin and movin', sailin' and spinin', jivin' and groovin', wailin' and winnin'. i don't snooze, so I don't lose. i keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. i party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hangin' in, there ain't no doubt and I'm hangin' tough, over and out!"

---George Carlin

So it's my birthday. It's an odd one. 35, which doesn't bother me in the least. Not the number. Not the getting older. It's kind of where I am at the moment. Not the grand design. Not the big picture. The small one. The current one. I have 2 friends. 2 people that were once closer to me than anyone in the world. And on my 35th birthday, I don't have them to celebrate with. One is my doing. One I had no choice in the matter. The one that is my doing, I am going to try and make some peace with this week. My friend Tracy. She is moving to Los Angeles. And I won't be able to live with myself if she moves and we haven't at least started to mend fences. It was a fight. It was a stupid fight. We are both stupid. But I am, well, stupid-er. So I am going to try to make it right.

The other, you know about. The friend I have written about here. I don't think that one will ever get better. But I can go into the next 35 years knowing that I tried everything in my power to make things right, and he just wasn't interested.

Christmas is coming. Shopping beginning. I LOVE Christmas shopping. Wrapping. Decorating. The whole SHEBANG!! LOOOOVEEE IT!! I think today I will do my Christmas cards.

I am not updating as frequently as I would like. But when a thought hits me I do, and I guess that is all anyone can ask for. Especially since I don't believe anyone has ever actually read any of this. =)

"...you look like a monkey. You smell like one too.

That is my theme song for right now.

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