tanja

There is a blanket of ash and soot hovering over this city, borne of the host of fires that are ravaging the hopelessly dry hills. This morning I coughed and sputtered my way through traffic, wiping the tears from my eyes like I'm in some sort of war. The fires are truly grotesque, and I can't help but wonder - in the wake of all these natural disasters, are we approaching the end of the world?

Driving home, I saw that the fires progressed, and all I heard were helicopters whirring overhead. But alas, the flames sure can make for some purdy sunsets

Thanks for the birthday wishes! Vegas was great fun, and I didn't not lose, because I did not gamble. Of course, this also means I hadnt won. I did, however, see lots of bare cabaret breasts. (Though the dancers tend to exercise them away, naturally.)

The Man Who Gets Sad When I Write Sad Things he is the one that took me. He indulged my morbid urge to experience obscenely horrible rides. He then gave me a party, and his dog wore a birthday hat, and I found myself happy to turn another year older, not sad.

On my birthday, I visited Google, as I often tend to do. Animated cake and balloons marked its homepage. How the hell does Google know its my goddamn birthday? I wondered, a little afraid. But soon I realized it was not my birthday, it was theirs. At least every year I have a special Google, and though theyre marking their own birthday, I can pretend its for me