but most of my life is weird.
one of my longest-time readers is a sexy momma named tracy, aka trinity, who used to write me after i would post poems in the message boards in aol back in the day.
this was so far back in the day that aol charged $4/hr and my aol bills would average $100 a month. i was using a 14.4 modem and kids, this was well before the www.
thats how old i am.
olde.
tracy somehow hasnt aged at all in spirit. today is her birthday and today she writes that shes happy being 30.
i guess i liked my 30s. i finally had control over my hormones and my tallywacker. i finally understood how to express myself verbally and writenlly.
30s are good times. still have some looks left, still have a little idealism and energy, although i remember that was the first time that i would stretch in the morning and get weird cramps sometimes in my legs.
anyhow i love tracy even though ive never met her and hardly ever write about her.
maybe its cuz she is married with kids and the last thing id want if i was someones husband is some blogger slobbering all over my wifey.
back in the aol days she had a picture of herself up on her profile and she looked a lot like mariah carey, but hotter.
that made me happy cuz i love mariah.
happy birthday tracy!