My Birthday

"Since when do you even admit to liking body hair!?!"

-Me (wondering about Sara's comment during a bonfire)

So, it's come to this. All of a sudden, work has increased so suddenly that I'm kind of confused. Do I like being there for a longer time? I know a couple co-workers are happy to find me still there instead of taking that long walk out the door. You know it well. Those sad faces that get even sadder because you, my friend, get to see sunlight.

Creativity? Gone! Gone like yesterday's fart. I've become so tired once I finally get to rest, after the gym and walking my dog. Sure, it would be nice to just sit my sore butt down but I get growled at if I do. Want to get skinny? Get a dog with attitude. There's just no beating the furry friends when it comes to getting exercise.

Tomorrow will make it one month til my birthday. Oh lordy, I'm just not ready for this. September 6th is something I dread each and every year. How the hell did I end up still alive after all the near car crashes, idiotic messes, and near drunken scariness? I still remember telling a friend that there is no way I am going to live past 25. Been there. Done that.

I feel sorry for Sara when it comes to my birthdays. What do you get a boy that has everything? While I can easily say that I like things that show you KNOW me, people constantly go for getting me things that aren't necessarily my forte. Give me a giant collage of pictures consisting of the one and only queen of my cinema, Keira Knightley. Find a white t-shirt that proudly displays a small image of the Batman's enemy, The Joker. Playboys from the late 1970's always make me laugh because it was nice to see bush, even if it was a bit much. Tell me I no longer have to pay for beer for a whole year for its on you. That book that the sex blogger, Violet Blue, talked about where a beautiful woman exposed herself in various public places. Just show me you know what I am about.

To give you an idea, I am wearing a t-shirt Sara got me a while ago. It's a Miller High Life one that has the most softest feel to it. I wear it a lot and, yes, it accentuates my biceps and chest perfectly.

No, I'm not a stingy ol' fuck like some people. I love getting people things after putting some thought into what they're all about. Get over yourself. It's fun to make others happy instead of using excuses to deflect from what a cheap ass you are.

So, life this weekend? Always busy. Always. It's impossible to remember things due to all that going here and there. It's almost like I remember things in portions like watching the Dukes Of Hazzard movie with Sara's friends, Eric and Andria. 2 kittens fell asleep in Eric's lap. Watching a tiny little orange kitten slowly lose its balance due to falling asleep is the greatest. Also, watching one accidently start a fight by slapping the other while attacking a string is great. Wish I could be around cats for a longer amount of time. Dogs are just better.

The problem with kittens is that they grow up to be cats. Kittens provide more entertainment than I can handle. Forget the TV. Watch a couple stalk each other while one attempts to use the litter box.

Friday was spent walking around the downtown area with Sara because she wanted to check out the art scene. Local artists put up various things to show or sell. There were $50 paintings and others up to $1,500. I had two that I loved while Sara found a few that she liked. The nicest thing is that the arts tend to bring about alcohol. Wine was in her hand while I had free beer. Trust me. If guys knew they could have free beer, there would be more of 'em walking around acting as if they knew what a piece of art stood for.

There was a lot of cheese, too!

Saturday brings a tradition that had been put on hold, Beer Trek. It's simple. You drink beer while watching old Star Trek episodes. Reminds me of Playboy's putting up movies on their Movie Nights. The only thing missing is someone standing up and explaining the history of the episode, only we drink when various things come up. Bones says he's a doctor? Drink! Looks like Captain Kirk got some alien nookie? Drink!

We're weird. We don't care what you think when we're having fun down in the downstairs area of a house. There's lots of beer, two kittens, and a discussion on the porn star, Ron Jeremy. Just doing that reminds you that even the cleanest of people have taken the time to watch some good ol' porn.

So, I leaveth you here. I've got a few things to do as I had dreams that my birthday was all about 2 of the directors of my favorite Batman flicks came by with Prince to play a special concert. Gawd, I loved "Batdance" and "Party Man." Plus, various stars came to wish me, in Joker face paint, the time of my life. That's what it's all about. Enjoy it while you can. Fuck the world. Learn to accept the music of Prince. Happy twats all around.