On my way home in the midst of feeling Fucking Forty and Fabulous, I remember that I also shared my birthday with someone I love very much, who died last year. He would've been 44. And my heart broke a little. ok a LOT!

so, here goes.... I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH, SO GO GET YOUR ASSES CHECKED EVERY FUCKING YEAR!!! (yes, I need a bigger font)

bend over, cough, take the finger like a goddamn soldier (or even enjoy it if you can) and get on with it!!


Happy Birthday, Thom. I really miss you.