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It's my birthday today. I'm 33. Fuckin' right.

My friend Scott was also born on March 18. Both of us look like teenagers, and last night we just stood around Hell's Kitchen and laaaaughed.

Sweet Jesus, I can't get over how much I love being in my 30s. Life in general is so much better than it was 10 years ago. I wouldn't go back in time for anything.

I have no plans for tonight other than going out for some Chinese food. I don't even care if I get laid. Big deal, I get laid all the time.

I have a loving, long-term monogamous relationship. Yeah, that's right. "Mono" meaning "one" and that "one" being me. I am so happy being single that words can hardly convey.

Ohhh anything I want
He gives it to me
Anything I want
He gives it but not for free
It's hateful

The Clash are playing really loud and I just had to go jump up and down on my bed. Yes, my bed, site of many evil erotic adventures and site of many many more to come!

Last year on this date, I had a slightly different agenda. Had a big dance party at the house. If you were there, you might remember: "Philip, there was nothing but beautiful women at your party."

I was a bad man with a bad plan. I wound up in my room trying to get a threesome going with two gorgeous women. They were flirting and getting comfortable with each other (I was already pretty fuckin' comfortable) and we all knew the score.

Then my drunk roommate comes barging into my room, stumbling around and saying, "What goes on in here?" Then he sat on my bed and starting chatting up one of my ladies.

Well I went to the market, to realise my soul
'Cause what I need I just don't have
First they curse, then they press me 'til I hurt
We say Rudie can't fail

I could feel the chemistry of the situation ebbing away. I was trying to get him out of my goddamn room, trying to play it somewhat cool while thinking "This is grounds for immediate execution by firing squad."

The interruption soured the mood. One of these women decided I hadn't been paying enough attention to her, or something. She started going on and on about "what we'd had." What we'd had: really hot post-Marquee sex three or four times.

Meanwhile the other lady is sitting on my bed saying, "Why don't we all just relax and have a good time?" and I'm thinking Hear hear.

Judge says five-to-ten, I say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown

So the drama girl, who was really drunk, wound up leaving and then I proceeded to have awesome sex with a woman with a slammin' body who was into anything.

I'm not making any plans for tonight. Fuck! My CD player is skipping in the middle of "Guns Of Brixton", my phone's ringing...

I ate a chicken pita for lunch at Bach's Cafe. It was so big I couldn't finish it. Then by the time I got home I was starving. Sometimes I feel like I'm nothing but a big bundle of basic drives.

I'm a cock and a stomach and a brain full of questions.

~
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud.

xo