Im fifty-nine-and-a-half, pushing sixty on my New Years Eve birthday--A Six-Pack by Sixty (and Ive got four of em anyway)!--but Im nineteen actually, and have been since I came back from the dead forty years ago at nineteen, Ive just stayed there entre nous, and you should know this, though you probably do if youre going to the trouble of reading this. I was an especially cool nineteen year-old, am still, and this is why I am as I am. So theres that. Thisll help if youre wanting to get to know me. And I love surprises so much--I might be younger than nineteen actually, certainly no older; I was always really immature--that people say they like to surprise me for this reason, because I do, and I do; Erwins sending me such wonderful presents, that not only are fun, but probably save me from ghastly grisly grotesquery in my age, God help me, my lil narrowchested self not having good sense, which is something you should know too, I guess; anyway, Im all hooked up with the vaping thing, so I might live awhile, for better or worse, and Im arf-arf-arfully grateful. Its Wednesday here, hump day as some say, though its Thursday in the Philippines, where its manifestly more fun too; theyre always ahead. Its green pea soup day at Gails, and I had some, a refill even, something I can eat, and it looks like a really fun day, so far so good; Ive lived a lot, intensely too, died even, suffered before and after, ach, so ist das Leben, and Ive learned we ought to have as much fun as we possibly can, while we can, and I am, thanks to you, O my people, my beautiful friends all over the world. Thank you. I love you all and each. Now, lets be fabulous, whatever day it is!
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 22:30:45 +0000
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