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Right Here, Right Now

I'm going to get out of bed at about eight tomorrow morning. I'm going to shower, shave, meticulously decide what to wear, and after spending far too much time on my appearance; I'll head out the door and begin a day of celebration.

I'll officially be thirty-nine years old. Unofficially, I'm thirty five and holding.

I'll head to Starbucks and order my usual drink; a piping hot quad venti non-fat caramel macchiato. Then, with my free hand in my boyfriend's back pocket, I'll stroll down to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for a day of mindless entertainment.

I'll sneak in some nose nuzzling, neck nibbling, and cheek pecks when I can. I'll lunch at the Metropolitan Cafe and sip a single pear martini. I'll then head to D'vine for a glass of wine. Or two.

And not once will I think of what could have been. Not once will I worry about money. Not a single thought of where my life is headed will enter my mind.

I will not contemplate where I've been or what I've done. I will not waste a single moment wondering how much or how little I've accomplished in my life thus far.

I'm going to celebrate the "here and now" in the company of the best gift I could ever hope to receive.

Just try to stop me.

  1. Blogger cheapblueguitar | 9/28/07, 9:04 PM |  

    happy birthday frankie! *mwah!*

  2. Blogger Jeffrey Ricker | 9/29/07, 7:07 AM |  

    Try to stop you? As if anyone would dare.

    Happy birthday, doll. Mwah.

  3. Blogger Chris Collins | 9/29/07, 9:36 AM |  

    Happy 35th [again] sweetie. :smoochies:

  4. Blogger jhames | 9/29/07, 12:03 PM |  

    Happy Birthday, LDSA. I can't bring myself to buying you an icon on Facebook, but know that you're in my thoughts and I've got nothing but love for you.

  5. Blogger Cyrus | 9/30/07, 8:13 AM |  

    Damn, I miss you. There are so few people that would break out the Kate Bush for a 39th. I mean, usually that level of drama is reserved for a 40th birthday.

    Happy Birthday Frankie!!

  6. Anonymous Anonymous | 10/7/07, 6:00 AM |  

    I adore you and your writing style. I read your words and feel as though they should be in a book, on a shelf, in a store for people around the world to buy. Your words are impecably chosen and I enjoy reading every one of them. Smooches!

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