It came and now it is gone. YAY! I was telling a friend of mine about how, although I'm not a Christian, I spent a lot of this past year contemplating the death of Christ. Not in a brooding, depressive way (if you can believe that) but just thinking "This man revered by so many was only on the Earth for this amount of time." Time is the wonder.
I wanted to go home this weekend to celebrate with family, but instead I did the more responsible thing. I have too much work that's past due, so I'm burning the midnight oil. I did get away for a couple of hours to have some lunch and hang out at the Harlem Meer. Now as the seconds slip away from another February 22nd, I've carved out of this grand expanse of time a moment that's just my own. No profound feelings or anything, but I feel like I'm going to be okay.
As it is now 10 minutes past midnight, BELATED Happy Birthday Donald!
Of course I forgot to call you on the actually day; that’s why I left a message on Saurday. Happy Belated and we’ll celebrate by raising a glass to your health and the future soonish.
Damn It! I always miss the day! Okay … an hour late, but hope you had a happy, happy day, my Piscean brista!!!!
Love You. malik
Happy (belated) birthday!
Gracious! I am soooo out-of-touch with my webbuddies. Happy belated, Boo!
Did you get any birthday nookie?
i totally miffed on this one, i kept looking at your birthday on orkut and got my anouncement from amazon and was counting the days and saying to myself, “remember to call him. remember to call him.” well anyway, i didn’t, and so here it is —— go donald, it’s your berfday!