Well, I'm finally 10 years old. Last week was my birthday and given my bizarro cult childhood, I never had birthdays until I was an adult, so this is only my 10th birthday. This also explains why I love saying 'Happy birthday" and find it to be such a special event. It is, in my opinion, the new year for each person and a rare time where we can focus and celebrate the life of the individual.

In the past, I've had big parties that were all nighters, but in my old age that has dissipated. In a way I feel sad and lame because the older people get, the less they want to leave their houses and do anything. When I moved to Rochester, I made friends with a lot of people who were 36. Now they're all 50 and less party inclined. It makes me wonder because I am not particularly friendly to any 22 year olds, but maybe I should, to keep the cycle alive. Anyway, ((e:paul), (e:terry), (e:joe), and (e:yesthatcasey)) came to visit and that was really nice because Rochester people have been wondering who the Buffalo people were and so there was a mingling of populations. It was a sort of bittersweet evening with a sad ending for me, but it was nice to have a cozy evening with friends. Many balls were presented and fondled and many asses were exposed. One pair of leather pee pants found a new home with the wrong man.

Ian and his dad played some songs.


I went nuts making ice cubes on the porch. I have two molds that make little dentures out of ice.


HOlly fell in love with Paul and wanted to kidnap him forever.


but Paul just wanted to fuck the camera. This is the best face for a photo


We went to TRATA for brunch the next day, it is a nice space for eating and a great way to repurpose an old armory.


I swear to you that there is a way to sit on each others' laps and hold each other up in the same way that people do that four person laying down on each other table thing. I tried to get Joe and Terry to do it, but i'm not really sure how you do it.


Tuesday night, my boss was giving a lecture to the Weston Price Buffalo chapter. She is not particularly inclined to prepare, so I wrote the thing for her in two hours and she pulled it off. We were in Williamsville, so we stopped at Black and Blue afterward for some booze and a steak. When I want to eat meat, I like to go to the Rochester Black and Blue and pretend to be a businessman having a business lunch with my friend Herman and we sit there and say "business. sell. money. stock. suit. bottom line" and so on, pretending to be working, since we have no fucking idea how to act like adults.



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I enjoyed my birthday presents! Thank you!




Having always planned to die before 30, I'm starting to finally get used to the notion that, despite my best efforts, I seem to be clinging to life. In my work, I interact with many older people (women particularly) who are active and interesting and intellectually stimulating. They are always the most insightful and encouraging people, asking what I'm working on and motivating me to do things. I admire them and hope to be as positive and pleasant to be around. I also plan to start doing all the drugs I can get my hands on the minute I turn 80.

I have been hiding like a little louse in a thinning head of hair, scurrying between wilting strands, seeking warmth (remind me to tell you my lice story). I love old houses, but this place is cold. My heating bill is $200 and we don't even turn on the goddamn heat! Nonetheless, heart warming adventures have occurred.

- The Boys (Attention Boys of Buffalo: I'm sorry if you didn't know, but it's pretty much impossible not to call you guys The Boys. Tell me if you find that annoying, but I notice that everyone does it and no one is ever confused and pondering "WHAT BOYS?" so it seems like an apt monniker) and Casey came to visit a few weeks ago and we went to a party at Tilt. It was full of young children. I increasingly feel like an outdated old hag, but i sort of enjoy it. The music in the courtyard was much better than inside and since I am (until three days from now) an EVIL smoker, I bore the smoke filled patio with ease.


Then, the previous post about shitstorm occurred.

- Last weekend ((e:yesthatcasey)) and I went to play pool with Tanya and Dianne at some dudebro bar. It was nice to play a bunch of games without some heavy breathing pool shark frowning down at me, waiting to play. I suck because I haven't been playing lately and Casey kept kicking the shit out of drinky girls and declaring that no drink could contain enough vodka. If Casey was a product, I would call him Bartender's Choice. The next night we went to Dianne's birthday/housewarming party. The apartment is on Symphony Circle, which conjures up images of english ladies being scandalized by something and drinking whiskey in their tea.



I thought everyone was friendly and I've noticed that people from Buffalo are very nice. Even at parties, which are sometimes difficult to stray from one's own social group, people are always very welcoming and chatty and I appreciate that. In Rochester, there does seem to be a bit of the Smugtown clannishness and it can be difficult to penetrate. Or maybe in both cases I'm drunk and have no idea what i'm talking about.

Mike and David were there and I like them and want to put blankets on them and fetch them things. I get these instant pictures of people and it manifests as sometimes renaming someone, needing to move an item in their home, needing to get the hell away from them, or in this case, the desire to blanket. Do they need psychic nursing? maybe.

The next day we all went to The Lodge for breakfast and it was very lovely inside. I love any hint of woodsiness, so it was very sweet. There was a very Twin Peaks like place in Portland and I was hoping this would be similar, it's more fancy pants style though. The food was tasty and I would recommend brunch.




I like to spy on bathrooms at restaurants.

- Casey and I went to see the basilica in South Buffalo. Our Lady of Constant Weeping? Our Lady of Perpetual Growling? The Virgin of Insufferable Pap Smear? You can add "infant" "our lady" "virgin" and "holy" to anything and make a catholic church out of it, which is great. good job, catholics. The basilica was closed but I WILL get inside of there.
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Casey should get this jacket, but they want more for it than if it was made of leather. If he was into birthdays or presents, i'd buy it for his birthday.

I DID order a balaclava for Casey because I feel bad that his tender porcelain skin is being attacked by the elements (and that he doesn't know how to moisturize). My face feels like leather. I am going to wrinkle up horrid fashion in a few years and when i do, i am going to go completely Senior Citizen and just do whatever the fuck I want because i'm old. Anyway, I bought a balaclava too and it is quite warm, i recommend it. also: hides chin fat!


- in a rare moment of leisure at work, I decided to cast my lips. i do it every now and again for amusement. I like the way a random mouth appears on a counter, it looks surreal. It also doesn't look like MY mouth.