It's my birthday...

and I'll WoW if I want to, WoW if I want to.  You would WoW to if it ...err...fuck, I lost it. 


Yup, I'm now a lvl 28 human writer!  Woot!  I'm still at a loss as to where I find my class trainer, and I'm debating where to put this talent point.

Don't get what I'm doing here?  Well, it's because you're a slacker and don't play WoW.  That's not my fault.  That's your fault.  :P

Well, I'm now off to bask in lazy glory of being King-For-A-Day!  No laundry, dishes or chores for my lazy ass.  Though Mrs.Plato may argue that I don't do any of that stuff normally, being a woman she only thinks that because she last remembers doing it herself.  But that doesn't mean that I don't.  Right? :)

I'm all stocked up with chips, cookies, chocolate and am eagerly awaiting that spice cake later on.  In my opinion it's not really a birthday if I don't feel bloated and gross by the end of the day.  Similar to Thanksgiving or Christmas dinners.  There is room for moderation or not being glutenous; no, this is about how Hedonistic I can be without making myself sick!

So I've got on my fat pants today.  Fat pants and a greasy shirt.  That way if I spill anything on myself, it doesn't matter if I don't suck it out of the fabric right away, because that's what the shirt is for, damn it!

So I leave all of you to your meandering day, going about your business.  I will be living it up for this one day out of 364 other days, this year.  Because tomorrow it goes back to being Wife-day.  How that happened I'll never know, but I've learned to cherish this one day that it really is all about me.

Peace,

Plato