You'll never be young again...
That is so true. But a lot of people helped make that a little less painful today. I woke up to some lovely ecards that made me all verklempft, particularly as I didn't even realize that Michelle and GOB knew it was my birthday. There were some lovely new cds waiting on the kitchen table - the new Decemberists (yay!) from Jerry which he had to run all around town for, as all the stores were sold out. And my darling daughter had made me, not one, but two great mixes and, demonstrating that she had been paying attention to my broad hints, put lots of Ballboy songs on them, as well as some great tracks from the Moldy Peaches, Momus, Magazine, Luxembourg, the Magnetic Fields, oh lots of great stuff.
Jas brought in a fabulous chocolate trufle cake at work and I ate a slice before eating my lunch. I figured if I was going to drop dead of old age, at least I've had dessert.
My sweetheart niece Beth sent me a nice chatty email and I got three phone calls from family during supper, goddamnit. Okay that part, not so good. Well the calls were nice, but my supper sure got cold.
How is it possible that I am 48 years old and yet I still channel my inner 8-year old boy? All the time. Can that be healthy? What kind of role model does that make me for my daughter?
Oh well, fuck it, it's my birthday, I can be as immature as I need to be.
Art of Kissing - Ballboy
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