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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

July 13 / 14 XLV A.S.




    Right. It came and went almost as explosively as I did. The day marking my 53rd year on this wad of human - infested (and infected) dirt, rock and H20 we all call home for now shot up on me, once again without sufficiently alerting me as to it's arrival, causing me to spend my most favorite of all days high, giggling and ecstatically happy while immersed in the exciting, vibrant world of retail sales.
    The day was very neatly sandwiched between the 2 most intense (almost lethal) examples of 'Birthday Sex' I have ever experienced - MsAnthropy having decided that one session was not enough to trumpet in my big Five-Three, rather, the event must be firmly wedged between two bookends of such extraordinary sexual extremism that, had I not been aware of her feelings towards me, I would have thought to be an assassination attempt. No kidding. 53 years old and doing things in a manner that would scare the very living shit out of most normal, healthy 22 year olds. Suffice it to say that my brains and entire CNS were, quite literally, jolted. Shocked like a Death Row inmate riding the lightening. So, speeding headlong through the afterglow, along with enough endorphins to drop a 300- dollar- a -day- junkie dead in his tracks (pun intended), I ripped through my Birthday ripped, a massive malignant grin on my head, and the beginnings of a new, improved "Master Plan" thudding through the brain.
    My day went off as though I'd written the script myself, timing was perfect, and everything happened as it should, all of which means that I am writing this the day after, tingling like a fresh 9-volt battery on wet tongue, riding the tail of a thoroughly enjoyable (and deserved) amphetamine riptide.
     My point? Don't have one. C'mon, you've known me long enough to know the futility in looking for a point to most of my ramblings, so don't act so shocked. Wait. There IS a point! And the point is this: Birthday Sex, especially if performed twice (once at each end of the BD) totally fucking rocks the nuts right off that sweater-vest Aunt Enid knitted for you.

Be safe, and AdiĆ³s for now.