Le Hangover

I’ve always found the day after a birthday to be strangely anti-climatic.  For 24 hours one is treated like royalty, granted a get out jail free pass.  All is forgotten the next day but a beautiful bouquet of roses hinting at past celebration.

So here I am today, one year older, increasing daily skin creme dosage.

my beloved Indian motorcycle print

This entry was published on March 16, 2010 at 2:30 PM and is filed under Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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