Got Cow Now?

Yeah, it’s my birthday.

I’m 32 today (unless you ask Lithie–then I turned 33 today).  I have not really been looking forward to my birthday this year.  The past few birthday’s have just been—-eh days.  Nothing special, just the day that reminds me that I am getting older.

But I survived yet another year.  w00t.

Thank you for all the well wishes.

Carry on.

still feel like crap.

sick. tired. sick.

wanna lay down.  gotta eat first.

carry on. or not.  too tired to fucking care.

working on shit.

carry on.

Yeah I’m still recovering from last night on Beale Street.  It’s Memphis in May.  The Beale Street Music Festival is on.  Lithie and I are not attending the music fest (lack of funds–send money asshats).  But that did not stop us from going to our favorite hang-out downtown: Club 152.  Yeah.  Much fun was had.

I try to claim I am the good one, I think that claim was shot to hell last night.  Oh yeah.  But it was worth it. OH FUCKING OORAH YES It was.

Carry on p33ps.