A lot of my friends who are older have told me that I've reached a good age, and life begins at 40. Maybe... but I'm stuck on the fact that I'm a barely published writer who's just now brainstorming wild ideas that I can barely spit out before more ideas emerge. On the other hand, I didn't fully acknowledge my love of writing until I was about 34. And I also need to remember that George RR Martin didn't write the first Song of Fire and Ice until he was 48, older than me. As far as the 40's being a good age, well, today's been good, with me providing a one-man party.
It's a few minutes after my birthday (no matter what Blogger's clock says, I can't fix it). I had fun. On one of the Facebook pages I follow, a secret one, I declared it BBW Day. I will still post pics of BBW models and actresses (you know... those kind) until I fall asleep. So, I declared it BBW Day, then went to Vincennes to fill out something for my part-time job. I bantered it a bit with a friend of mine who is the new service coordinator.
A friend of mine took me to lunch at Hibachi. We hung out there for a few hours and I ate sushi, chicken, and soup. Damn good! The friend is an FWB, so there was some flirting going on.
After lunch, I got some habanero vodka and went to Wal-Mart for some mango juice (see entry about the Phillips head in my blog "The Sacchrine Inferno"). I thought about getting some Magic cards, but I didn't; the idea is still there, though. Meh... I could explore the new set, Kaladesh. Actually, I teased a friend of mine by texting "Bring me blue, black, and blue/black cards!"
So, I'm hanging out, two drinks into the night, and watching the Blue Harvest episode of "Family Guy." Still posting on the one page (I like big butts and boobs, what can I say?).
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