Thank yous

I would like to say, in an internet way, thank you to all those who made it out to the Ship on Friday night. Personally, I drag ass usually on friday nights so I really appreciate the tired folk who gave that extra effort to eat dinner with me. It means a ton. If you fancy photography, I have the pics from my phone here on my Flickr account. There aren't many so if you can share some please do. 

I loved all of the cards I received this year. Usually I have no second thoughts about trashing Birthday cards, but this year I am holding on to them for a while. Especially those that took obvious thought, time, and effort. Brian C gave me the most thoughtful card... its hard for a guy not to look gay giving a card like that. So props Brian. Elisabeth B gave me a good one... it was a Father's Day card... who's yo daddy? Brian D gave me his always hilarious pointless card with funny illustration, and best in show card from the amazing selection at the $0.99 store. The remainder are still kept. The thoughtful variety. My type of card. 

I also got a few MUST SEE movies. If you are perverted like me and you have a sense of humor come watch Romance & Cigarettes with me. A brilliant mock-musical with ALL of my favorite actors/actress in it written by John Turturro and Coen Bros. I also got No Country for Old Men, also a Coen film which I loved. Finally, I received Monty Python's Meaning of Life. I haven't seen anything in it yet except some skit with an incredibly fat man vomiting the whole time... disgusting, but may make for an entertaining evening... perhaps. 

All in all I feel so lucky, and so stupid at the same time. Who has over 20 people at their dinner table in their honor and ever has the right to feel lonely? How do I ever have an excuse to feel unwanted or despised? How could it even be logical that I feel depressed, alone, uncertain, etc? 

With that said I have made a decision since my birthday. I will not ever feel that way so long as I am able. I quit smoking cigarettes and other such incendiary herbals. I am temporarily reserved to drinking only wine, and only to my cheer not to my buzz.  I forgot somewhere along the line that I am a healthy person. A clean person. And that health and cleanliness must indeed extend to my lungs, brain, and heart as well. 

Spring is a time of clean. New beginnings. And I intend to make this Spring my platform for the inevitably beautiful summer that is on the horizon. 

And nothing is going to stop me.