On June 9, 2006 yours truly turned 40 years old. I thought it might cause me to become very sad, maybe have a mid-life crisis, go buy a penis shaped car or any number of other things. Well, I do think it did cause something. I think it made me happy. I get to open a new chapter in my life. Maybe a chapter dedicated to doing things that will make a difference in my life and maybe make a difference in the lives of others. As I come up with things that interest me, things that I would like to do, places I can go to make a difference, etc. I will be adding them to my web-page and/or my blog. There is a link to my web-page over to the left. I'm new to putting up a web-page so don't expect too much, please! If anything interests you on it and you would like to add the link to your web-page or blog please do so.
So believe it or not I found a cool article in USA Today (Rupert must have been on vacation and no I do not take USA Today, Mark brings it home from when he is on the road)about eating locally. It seems that a couple in Vancouver, British Columbia (those nice Canadian people!) committed to eating a diet only made up of products they could find within 100 miles of their home. Which I found to be very interesting since I am trying to be more environmentally conscious. Anyway, these nice Canadian people put their info on a web-site named www.100milediet.org. I plan on going to it and seeing how I can get started.
I need to eat healthier anyway as I am now 40! BTW, for those of you interested I gave up smoking for the 100th time the day after my birthday. Please send your prayers, meditations, etc. to me as I need all the help I can get to break this horrible addiction for good! And if you feel like it write a nasty letter to Joe Camel and let him know what a bad camel he is!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIERD GAY, BUDDHIST, PROGRESSIVE DEMOCRAT, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
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It's because you're not AMBIGUOUS enough. And happy birthday, by the way. Sorry I missed the actual day; I was probably writhing in pain or someone was dying or something, I dunno. It's been a rough month.
Forty, schmorty. Bleah.
And doesn't having a MySpace account mean that you'll now be stalked by internet pedophiles from those Dateline specials?
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