HAH!! Bet ya thought I was done with all this nonsense... Well, I fooled you. Arisen from an animal induced coma, I have returned to the keyboard to pound out more mercilessly inane chatter about my life, aspirations, birds, dogs, boobs and other miscellany.
The overwhelming obsession is my upcoming Day of Birth celebration. Yep... It's the big one, or the biggest one for me yet. Ummmm, yeah well, tautologically speaking that would have to be true...
Moving on... Normally I am inordinately jazzed, frothy, torqued even about my yearly aging. But in this 40tieth year since my birth I am stricken with feelings of inadequacy, unbelief, and dis-shevlement saturated with more healthy but less pervasive inklings of accomplishment, self-awareness and bliss. It's the age-old complaint when reaching milestones and I have succumbed to mainstream Americana this time. I am no different. I will feel no differently and I will probably celebrate as will millions of other average twits on this really not-so-auspicious day.
On the other hand, I am still an amazing hottie and can attract men half my age for meaningless evening carousing and boasting... And I still fit into my highschool cheerleading outfit. HAH!!!!
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