Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thanks for the donut, dear blog reader. I did in fact have several donuts and a large coffee the day after someone clicked on the BUY ME A DONUT button located on the right side of this blog. However, I didn't rush right out and throw words to the blogroll as I said I would when I issued my
begging plea for donuts and coffee in the previous blog. I was distracted. The day after that blog, I turned 43. Not an unusual number, but for some reason it hit me like a ton of bricks and I had to be off the radar for a few days. I am now shopping around for my Official Midlife Crisis Tattoo. I have no tattoos. I was holding out. I wanted to be the last kid on the block with a tattoo. Then the Midlife Crisis hit me (whatever the fuck that is). So now, dear blog readers, what kind of ink should I slap on my lily white skin? A giant donut with 'Berlin Uber Alles' in Gothic font? Or maybe just 'Official Midlife Crisis Tattoo' between the love handles?