What I want for my birthday

A completed downstairs bathroom.
birdmojo to make trifle and pluckit.
A Scooba.
Sock monkey ornaments.
http://www.hearthsong.com/hearthsong/product.do?section_id=0&bc=1005&pgc=2040
http://www.misternostalgia.zoovy.com/product/PENN12?meta=FRG
Pirate socks.
A cuban sammich.

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Today Space Gallery held a Memorial art show for Mark Travis.
All the paintings were for sale. For WAAAYYY more than when he was alive.

I just kept thinking, "WHERE WERE YOU FAT WHITE FUCKS WITH YOUR MONEY WHEN HE WAS ALIVE. HE NEEDED IT THEN!"
There was no music, no vodka. Just strawberries and cheese and wine and shitheads.

I was THIS CLOSE to slapping down my VISA card and running up a $10,000 painting. But the money wouldn't have gone to Mark. It would have gone to his greedy family who threw out everything in his studio they couldn't sell. I would have felt bad for not buying one when he was alive.

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I should buy that painting of Susan's I've always loved. Get a painting from skazat.

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Loooooooooonnnnnnng day.

8 loads of laundry, made granola, buffalo steaks, asparagus, bread. 2 trips to home depot, carrying a sink, up hill, both ways. Trip to the library (2nd time this month of "I returned that book, stop sending me to collections.") Cleaned bunny house. Discussed the bathroom. Made out with John. Grocery store (the bagger was nutty, mumbling, "I'm bagging the damn groceries, can't you see I'm putting the damn kleenexes in the box, they don't think I work for shit). My 91 yo neighbor dissing the yelly neighbors. Swabbed the deck.

Man, I am tired.

And nice underoos are more comfortable than the cheap ones.