HAVING LACKED A COMPUTER CORD THE PAST MONTH AND A HALF, HAS LEFT ME LACKING IN THE BLOG DEPARTMENT. NOT THAT MANY PEOPLE TRULY ARE HEART BROKEN OVER THIS MATTER, BUT THE FACT REMAINS VALID. I AM CURRENTLY AT MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER'S HUMBLE ABODE, SPENDING THE EVENING, AND TOMORROW MORNING, WITH HER FOR HER BIRTHDAY! AT 42 PEOPLE STILL REFER TO HER AS MY SISTER. EITHER THIS MEANS I AM AGING HORRIBLY, OR SHE IS THE FEMALE VERSION OF BENJAMIN BUTTON. AS FOR MY LIFE - IT'S EVER THE SAME ROLLER COASTER RIDE AS IT'S ALWAYS BEEN. JANUARY HAS ABSOLUTELY FLOWN BYE. MOST OF THE MONTH HAS CONSISTED OF ME CATCHING SOME FORM OF PHYSICAL ILLNESS, FROM RANDOM SWOLLEN, ULTRA SENSITIVE EYES TO A 48 HOUR FLUE - RE-KINDLING FRIENDSHIPS LOST AND LOSING MY CAT. EVEN THOUGH THE MONTH HASN'T BEEN HORRIBLY PAINFUL, I AM PROUD TO SAY THAT I AM ANXIOUSLY AWAITING THE ARRIVAL OF FEBRUARY. THIS WILL BE THE FIRST YEAR IN YEARS THAT I WILL BE CELEBRATING, WITH MULTIPLE FRIENDS, MY BIRTHDAY ON MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY. SUSHI AND BEER, CAN YOU REALLY GO WRONG WITH EITHER OF THOSE TWO THINGS? SHORTLY THEREAFTER MY CELEBRATORY DAY OF EXITING THE WOMB OF MY FEMALE BENJAMIN BUTTON MOTHER, BECCA, NETA, AND I ARE GOING TO BE CELEBRATING THE EXISTENCE OF JORDAN KNIGHT AND HIS ABS. YES. THOSE ARE TWO COMPLETELY SEPARATE ENTITIES WHICH DESERVE AND WILL RECEIVE NOTHING BUT HIGH PRAISE FROM THESE THREE FEMALES. HIGH PRAISE, DROOL, PHONE NUMBERS. THE USUAL. ALSO! (DOES A HAPPY DANCE) MY FATHER IS TAKING ME TO THE SHOOTING RANGE FOR MY BIRTH PRESENT! MY EXCITEMENT IS THROUGH THE ROOF, FOR MULTIPLE REASONS. ONE BEING THAT MY FATHER SUPPOSEDLY HAS FREAKISHLY AMAZING AIM. HE'S WON AWARDS IN THE MILITARY, AND MANY STUFFED ANIMALS AT CARNIVALS, BOTH OF WHICH I CONSIDER TO BE OF EQUAL IMPORTANCE. I AM ALSO EAGER TO SEE IF, ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY, I WOULD BE ABLE TO LIVE OUT MIRANDA LAMBERT'S SONG GUN POWDER AND LEAD. AND THE FACT THAT IF I AM THE NEXT PRESIDENT'S PERSONAL SHARP SHOOTER, THAT WOULD INSTANTANEOUSLY LABLE ME A BADASS. APPARENTLY VALENTINES DAY HAPPENS IN FEBRUARY. NOT THAT I HAVE EVER CELEBRATED THIS WITH A MALE. I DEFINITELY HAVE A CONSISTENT TRACK RECORD OF GOING TO THE MOVIES AND DRINKING AWAY MY SORROW WITH A FELLOW SINGLE FEMALE FRIEND, WHILE LISTENING TO JOHN MAYER COMPLAIN ABOUT LOVE AND BURNING ROOMS AND ALL OF THAT HEAVENLY JAZZ. MOVING ON AWAY FROM THAT HALLMARK CHANNEL - NEARING THE END OF FEBRUARY I HAVE FRIENDS DRIVING IN FROM DETROIT FOR A DAY. ONE DAY. ONE GLORIOUS DAY. (RE-INSTATES HAPPY DANCE). ALL IN ALL LOOKS LIKE I AM NEARING THE TOP OF THE MILLENNIUM FORCE AND AM ABOUT TO FREE FALL WITH HANDS HELD HIGH AND A SMILE PLASTERED ON MY FACE (AND THE IMAGE OF BRAD BEHIND ME HOLDING HIS GLASSES TO HIS FACE AND HIS LIFE ON A STRING).
"ROCK AND ROLL"
