7/22/2005 - A Leo Roars

So my 38th birthday is near and I'm thinking, where did the 80s and 90s go? Yeah I hear all the younger people saying who cares, the 80s gave us bad music (I love it) and parachute pants (I hated them), and the 90's gave us angst and a president who enjoyed being served in the white house with his pants down (My hero). And wow! Now in the new millennium we have Fiddy Cent on the top of the charts (I hate rap), low rider jeans with thongs peeking out (I love it), and a president whose only aim has been to clean up the unfinished business his father left behind during his term in office (great job George W....you moron).

But enough pissing and moaning. I figure why not embrace and celebrate another year of life no matter who listens to what music, who wears what clothes, or who's in the white house and is he keeping his pants on or not? We're all unique individuals with differing tastes and characteristics, varying opinions and staunch views. So go ahead and deafen yourself by amping up the bass in your ride, pull that thong up higher so I can fantasize about where it's lodged, and vote for whomever the hell you desire. Come Tuesday I'm going to blow out 38 candles, frustrate my wife again because I always know what gift she's gotten for me, get a buzz eating pop rocks while drinking coke, break dance to RUN DMC in my parachute pants with all the zippers undone, and let another year go by without voting because it doesn't really matter to me who's in the white house now that Clinton and Monica are gone.

I can't wait for 2006.