Cake, expensive gifts, general revelry

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It’s that day…

Yes, folkees, I’m 33 today (and I told Hawk to bring home a case of Rolling Rock). I usually try to do some introspective something on this date every year but this year, frankly, I’m using the day to be selfish. I’m not doing one lick of housework today — I’m not even picking up a toy. Unless it’s where I want to park my lazy ass. In short, if it doesn’t please me, I ain’t doin’ it. I even got up early to shower so I could smell my luscious cocoa-butter-scrub-exfoliated self all day. *sniff* Ahh…

If I come up with something introspective and revelatory, I’ll be sure to post (and I’ll probably post this evening, as I’m not officially 33 until 11 p.m.). Until then, just know that I’m in my toasty warm house doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing. *sniff* Ahh.

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