…terribly dangerous, but very tasty
So, earlier tonight, I was singing “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” to Winker and I happened to glance at the calendar and notice that a week from today (the 29th)is my birthday. What the fuck? I just had my 54th birthday like, what, 3 months ago? Well, it feels like only 3 months. I mean, time is going by too fuckin’ fast. I was only 40 a couple of years ago.
So, to whatever asshole is fucking around with the spacetime continuum, I say: Knock it off!
Oh, yeah…more Subjectivity 2008 tomorrow.
I can’t account for the years, but I’ll take the hit for the months: I’m trying to make everything go faster, just this year. It’s not quite working right because what you’re experiencing should be happening for me, not you.
So you were… 21 when I was born.
Thanks for sparing some booze for me, man.