my mate boonga

Today I walked down the road to the Post Office to send boonga is birthday present. For those who don’t know, we share the same birthday, albeit the fact that he has 3 years and exactly 57 wrinkles on me. I know we’ve only celebrated 2 birthdays together, but the first one was so mind-numbing-stupefyingly amazing that it replaced all birthdays preceding (which isn’t hard) and set the par way high for any upcoming birthdays.

anyway, it’s a bit sad not partying with boonga this birthday, but we always have next year, and the next, and the next until we decide that it just ain’t a cool birthday anymore. But that isn’t going to happen. I know at least 3 more people with the same birthday and we are all cool. Right?

this is probably a good time to give y’all an update on me and my friend boong boong. You probably know about how we met, how we were flung together by incredible forces of nature (known as the mcauleys), how we tried to make this unconventional thing work, our ups and downs, and eventually us parting ways.

it was only after the madness had passed that i discovered what i really had was a friend.

So there really isn't an update. we are now friends, just friends, and the best of those. so i'm eternally sorry to those of you who wanted something raunchy, or at least some gossip. i know the boy aspect of my life was terribly exciting before i became all settled down, but hey, it's exciting now in a different way!