i got...

for my birthday, i got:

two retro chairs for the manroom (commonly known as the garage) and a thursday tshirt as well as a couple other things at a local thrift store that just opened for under 30 bucks. (i will be back to visit them alot!)

a stack of playboy and penthouse magazines from my barber, and not because it was my birthday, but because they have free subscriptions to both, and they don't put them out since the place is frequented by predominantly old men and they don't wanna give anyone a heart attack. or offend anyone's sensibilities. the mags on top of a killer and inexpensive haircut.

37 bday spanks via text. heh heh.

a new cam for the computer, as well as a cool tshirt that was on sale.

asked by the boss if i was ok the morning after. everyone assumed i would get drunker'n an irish wake and stumble in feeling rough and tore up the next day. but i was fresh as a spring daisy. now, sunday morning when i go in for a few hours... well, that might be a different story.

well-wishes via text from more people than i didn't even expect to remember it was my bday. even more well-wishes via this blog, facebook, suicidegirls, and other places i can't even remember now. some people texted me AND left me bday messages. some people left me bday messages in two places online (krissie).

spent a half-hour talking to the guy who will eventually repunch my industrial, and for half of what i paid for the original job that turned out to be half-fucked-up.

and, since this all happened on a thursday, which is a short day at work, i got all this while working a normal day and before i would've been off work any other day.

some bday wishes still trickle in.

overall, a damn-fine day.

more celebrating this weekend which i may or may not share here. who knows?

i surely don't.

darth sardonic