So I spent this crazy amount of time pondering and recounting back my
life on a livejournal entry. Then, my clutzy fingers accidentally made
it all disappear. Though it was the complete story of my life from
birth to this point, and would have takenĀ  more space than I could
ever have allowed. Does anyone know how to guide me through the
livejournal “cut” process, where you can hide the remainders of text?

Today I woke up to the dumpster horizon. Carefully perched outside my
window, I was wakened to the sound of stuff (demolition) hitting the
sides of the dumpster, though I was relieved when I realized that the
precarious sounds would muffle and fade as the dumpster filled up. My
apartment has been assaulted on many occasions with this demolition,
debris flying and crackling down my walls to hit bottom when they put
in the 5,000 pounds of mahogany upstairs in the kitchen. My landlord is
pretty out there with his style and the inordinate amounts of money he
spends on “stuff” is funny as hell. He recently showed me this $8,000
fire place he was ordering. A true beauty, this thing, imported from a
now defunct european mansion sporting itself from the 19th century.

I am simple, easy to entertain. The fetus and I went out for breakfast
at the Hard Grove, something we haven’t done in months. After perusing
my selection at my local ghetto beauty store, I came home with a bag
busting with shampoos, razors, and other good smelly stuff. Ghetto
beauty is called BeautyLand, but with the many ghetto wigs and various
ghetto-themed products, had earned that illustrious name from me. Then
we went to the health food store, where I procured my new diet
regimen, organic cereal and soy milk. I figure I could lose about 8
more pounds through diet alone, and skinny my frame down to almost sick
proportions in preparation for a photo shoot I need to complete.

This is my birthday so far. I love it, living, and breathing and seeing.

I have many things on my mind today.

And it’s all good–every single dusty piece has been lightly dusted and preserved for future analysis.

Now, I must shower and get pretty for work at 6 pm. The Yankees lost,
but hopefully people at the bar will be generous and happy to give me
good tips. Wish on that.

Happy Birthday to me. haahahah.