Random Post-Birthday Ruminations

So I had a really really nice birthday yesterday. Probably one of the nicest birthdays I've had in a really long time. Even the most menial mundane events that normally would find a way to piss me off had the sparkle of goodness about them yesterday--the woman who grinded against my bumper and didn't even stop to see if she'd messed it up because she was too busy yapping on her cell phone, for example. Even this had some sort of magical glow to it that kept me from being angry and left me thinking, ah, ain't life beautiful?

No, I wasn't cracked out on any illegal substances. But damn if I don't wish I could figure out how to make EVERY day like this one.

Anyways, I'd like to thank the people big and small who contributed to making the day a lovely one, especially one individual in particular that made the evening much lovelier than I'd even expected it would be (despite my completely euphoric optimism all day)... I am so blown away by this person's thoughtfulness and sweetness and beauty that I could yammer on and on about it for a really long time, but as you will just become nauseated and think me a romantic sap, I will spare you any excessive yammerings... He knows who he is and what he means to me, and that's all that matters. So phbt.

Some really kick-ass stuff I've gotten so far for my birthday:

Money donated to the chimpanzees at the monkey house at the Cleveland Zoo

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The 10-in-1 Atari joystick;

A mini-keg of German beer;

Poetry Daily poetry book;

A sweet candle that smells like grape Koolaid;

A Mason Jennings cd;

The Lost in Translation dvd;

A sweet Nascar collectible hologram card (heh heh);

Flowers;

A henna-dye set;

Tarot cards;

A "Let's Not Listen to Her" (obscure reference from the Simpsons) Mixed cd.

Random Things I Realized on My Birthday:

I would venture to say that asparagus may be my own personal aphrodisiac;

My best drunk comes from wine--it's the kind of drunk that feels like an old friend wrapping their arms around you in a bear hug;

I am tired of suspense movies that reveal the killer to be... DUN DUN DUNNNNN... somebody that you never would've guessed in a million years because absolutely no clues were given to you that would make you venture in that direction of guessing (IN THE CUT and MYSTIC RIVER, for example). See tomorrow's blog for more on this;

I am THE worst at PONG--no one is quite as bad as me at it;

Skull squirt rings kick zombie squirt rings' asses!

Random Question of the Day:
If you could only experience one of the two for the rest of your life, which would you pick:
Really damn good sexual intercourse
-or-
Really damn good intellectual intercourse?

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