Today I turned 34. It’s pretty inconsequential in the B-Day spectrum. I’m told next year is going to be a bitch. I’ll let you know when it happens.
This is my 3rd birthday sober and that in itself is a little more interesting. I used to sit on the couch and get plowed. I didn’t go out and do anything, just get drunk and high and channel surf. The funny thing was I did that every day so it didn’t exactly make any of those birthdays special.
My first birthday sober was also my first day out of rehab. I had sushi, and good sex. I believe in reverse order.
My second birthday sober, I was thinking about my first birthday sober. I got a Fritz Lang box set of movies, had P.F. Chang’s, and good sex. I’m not sure about the order.
This being my third birthday, I’m buying myself a DVD, going to I-Hop for stuffed French toast and not having any sex. Huh… I’m sensing a downward swing on this one.
To be perfectly honest I’m not very good with sex anymore, anyhow. I’m not sure what happened exactly. I did seem to be better at it when I drank. it's probably a sensory thing. So as part of my ongoing education, I’ve started reading a better at sex book. I’ve no plans of putting it into practice. As a matter of fact, I bet the first time I get a chance to use these new tactics, I’ll forget, do the same old thing and as I’m driving home after feeling like a failure, I’ll remember the book. So it goes.
Now is a time for me to discuss my dislike for B-Day cards. They are not funny. Everyone walks down the aisles at Hallmark, picking up cards and every so often you hear a big laugh. I never laugh. The jokes are stupid. Usually some pun that deals with getting old or sex. I want to sit in on an interview for the writer at one of these card places.
Interviewer: Your resume says you worked on the, “Now that you’re getting old, you’re breasts are sagging” series for Humor Cards Inc.
Interviewee: Yes, I came up with the, “You can always use them as earmuffs” tag.
Interviewer: That’s good.
Interviewee: I also developed the “At least a dog can lick his own balls” series for Cardmart.
Interviewer: You're hired!!
See how you didn’t laugh at that. It’s because birthday cards aren’t fucking funny.
Please send any e-cards to my email listed on this blog.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
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3 comments:
Belated birthday greetings, Santo. Although I can offer you sushi, there's a permanent no-go on the sex. And I'm not stuffing any French toast anywhere. I'm such a heel.
Gabe,
your comment is the perfect end to that entry!! (no pun intended)
Santo, yes, I laughed. good stuff. very good. and the smoke here in Chile is not All That, so we know it was your writing that made me crack up!
e
PS- sorry no sex for you here either, but the sushi thing does make me worry more! Stay away from my chick! hehe
OH, and I forgot AGAIN! HAPPY BDAY. Ill get on those 120 cards I plan to send.
e
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