| 5:15 p.m. | registered, licensed, on the roll | 2002-12-04 |
| Reaped | "happy birthday to me happy birthday to me happy birthday, neglected middle child..." ok, that's just another bastardized simpsons quote, but you get the idea. this has been the best b-day ever! first, i woke up with swollen lymph nodes and a gorgeous hacking cough, a little gift from my infected my coworkers. Then I went by self-chaffeur on a special tour of the Lake Charles DMV waiting room. I even had a personal police escort help me remove my coffee from the premises! Then, after a relaxing hour and a half respite on customized plastic 'waiting' pews, serenaded by the blissful stylings of Whoopi & The New Hollywood Squares, I received a shiny new id & license plate that reads "Sportsman's Paradise". And i also managed to register to vote. so i'm no longer a hippocritical so-and-so like yesterday. now i'm a justified so-and-so. But wait, what's this? According to my new license my b-day isn't for another three whole days! Damn, here i was thinking it was today, like its been for the past quarter of a century. but no matter, i'll party on anyway. ANd i certainly did! Straight to work, where i was showered with...um, a card. And an armadillo pin to wear to Louisiana medical librarian meetings. No cake or goodies, since, because there are so many things this month at work (like the christmas party and, well, the christmas party), the higher ups decided to just have one b-day party for all the Sags. which is fine by me. don't want to kill any librarians for the Xtreme excitement around here. no sirree bob. so now, here i am, sick & working the night shift on my birthday. we're going out for drinks when i get off, possibly, but on the other hand we may just sit around doing bong hits and playing gauntlet on the game cube. it remains to be seen. sometime before tomorrow a rent check needs to be delivered too, so if this is the last entry consider the denouement of this wonderful celebration of life to be a murder-rape down in the ninth ward. somebody's gotta pay da bills. but anyway, hopefully the murder b4 the rape, if i get a say in it. so in conclusion, whoopee doo, i'm 25. no longer a kid, still young enough to elicit dirty looks from aging 30-somethings & get carded in the one city famous for not doing it, too old to play in the tank of plastic balls & not worry about Streptococcus. the best years of your life, my ass. |
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New digs - 2004-05-25 Bachelor hell - 2004-05-10 Grumble - 2004-05-07 Coachella pt. 2, or goddamn do my fingers hurt - 2004-05-05 Coachella part one, or, this monkey's gone to indio rawk heaven - 2004-05-05 Random Shearings Rings |
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