I know I haven't updated in a while. I was all set to do it yesterday and then someone sent me a link, I clicked and lost my entry. So fuck that.

I suppose much has happened since I last updated, not the least of which involved me turning 29 last Saturday the 8th. Normally, my birthday is a big deal, to me and others, because I make it a big deal. But not this year. You know why? Because I wasn't working, and everyday day seems similar to the weekend. No day is special anymore. There's no one at work to brag to and say "IT'S MY BIRTHDAAAAY! HAIL MEEEEE!" It's just not the same when you don't have to get up in the mornings. So this year I didn't really care that much, and it's too bad.

I did tell the staff at Brutopia that it was my birthday, and they seemed to care. By the way, I have LESBIAN friends! Turns out that the cook at Brutopia is practically married to my doppelganger. (Incidentally, that story is now known by all of the staff and at least half of the regulars.) I ended up going there the night before with these two. I got quite entirely fucked up on beer, Jagermeister and something I cooked up at home that I called a Clusterfuck (three parts white rum, one part gin, one part Triple Sec, a splash of vermouth, a splash of Grenadine, four-five parts of lemon juice and lots of Code Red: Mountain Dew. Tasty!). Liz got so fucked up that she hugged me.

Yeah, I know.

It was so much fun that we did it again the next night, but I won't go into any details there.

The following night, Rose was finally available to see me. She arrived at my house in all her PVC glory with presents and a cake! I was King, if only for a few hours.

So that was the birthday saga, coming up next, the job search saga.