Happy Birthday to Me.
Posted by in Uncategorized at 11:41 p.m. on June 23rd, 20041 Comments 0 Pings
It’s that time of year again. 1 score and 14 years ago, I began the slink towards Jerusalem which we call life. I traditionally celebrate my birthday with this ancient Negro spiritual, as performed by the Atlanta, GA-based bluegrass band, Blur.
Damon say:
It’s the first birthday I’ve ever had where I was cold. It’s cold outside.
Update:
I woke up this morning, well, today, and it wasn’t cold anymore. It turned out to be the most stunning day of the year so far. 73F, little cottonball clouds, and the kind of sky they had to invent words like “azure” for. It just goes to show you, if you whine enough, God will hear you. Which doesn’t bode well for November.
Damon say:
It’s my birthday
No one here day
Very strange day
I think of you day
Go outside day
Sit in park day
Watch the sky day
What a pathetic day
I dont like this day
it makes me feel too small
I dont like these days
They make me feel so small
It’s the first birthday I’ve ever had where I was cold. It’s cold outside.
Update:
I woke up this morning, well, today, and it wasn’t cold anymore. It turned out to be the most stunning day of the year so far. 73F, little cottonball clouds, and the kind of sky they had to invent words like “azure” for. It just goes to show you, if you whine enough, God will hear you. Which doesn’t bode well for November.
annika
June 24, 2004 at 11:02 a.m.:Oh, Du bist sozusagen nur zu frh ins Bett gegangen... Guten Morgen, Du Schlafmtzchen, was fr ein wundervoller Tag es heute ist! ...und Du bekommst noch gar nichts davon mit, weil Du wahrscheints noch vom Kaffee TRUMST... Ancient Negro Spiritual? Dich erwarten heute noch ganz andere Sachen ;-) Happy Birthday!