Jon, this one's for you

I'm not necessarily dying without constant internet access. But it does keep me from keeping in contact with one of my favorite people on the planet, Jon, that's you. Everyone else I can call, or they can call me. Anyhoo, it's my fucking birthday. Or birfday. I'm watching 'Men in Black' chugging a beer sitting between Allison and Andrews, my two A's. I can smell my cake I can see my presents. And it's way too hot. I want a dog. I miss Zeke, especially today, it's just not a proper birthday without Zeke being Zeke. Stupid dog food commercials reminding me how much I miss him. Woof, I don't really care for this beer. I wish I had more to say, I wish I had pictures to post. But I don't. Anyways, I'll try to post more often.