It's my Birthday Too!

It was Tuesday that is. And what did I get? Nothing. However, that's not to say I won't get anything EVER. In fact, I left a very detailed list: one international rock star, about 6'5, red hair, Elvis lips, way cool, totally rawkin. I promise to feed him regularly, walk him when I'm in the mood, and most importantly, keep him nice and clean with regular baths, which I will perform with great solemnity and perversion, because to me, that's just a good combination. I swear! This I swear! And this has to happen SOON, as the drink is pulling said rock stars looks earthbound - so in a couple of years he may very well be Keith Richards. And then, who cares?