A writer, reloaded

The birthday fairy brought me these:

Yep, the litter mates are still close after twelve years. February 13th is almost the cats actual birthday, so in a way we celebrate all together. As for my age, that’s classified.

What I will discuss: The Poet’s parents threw me a pizza party at their house. Beside a bad-ass surround sound system and DVD player–yes, Virginia after 14 years living on my own, time for a TV–Guinness flowed in my honor. Plus an authentic Irish Rugby T-shirt that fits me perfectly. Mmm. And a special cake. A giant yellow M&M ice cream cake.

Fuck Fudgie the Whale. I carved up the yellow M&M like a ham on Easter. Except everyone wanted to eat my yellow friend.

Slowly I’m turning Irish. Regrets to Mom and Dad, but it’s just more fun this way.

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