Today is the day before a holiday I’m trying to get instituted. Since this year June 3rd falls on a weekend, I’m trying to petition the president to have the nation observe it on the first Monday of June every year.

You may have already guessed what day I’m referring to, but in case you haven’t, I’m talking about tomorrow, June 3rd, 2006, which is:

The 27th Annual Panama D. Jackson Celebration of Life, Liberty, and All Things Sexxy…

…also known as…

…my birthday.

Strangely, turning 27 (sometimes referred to as almost 30) doesn’t really bother me or make me feel any older. I don’t know if this is a function of just getting older in general, but I feel just as young now as I did when I was 18. Hopefully, I’m just a little bit smarter and wiser. Or maybe I’m just in denial of the fact that pretty soon my body will begin to fall apart and shit.

Despite having so many friends getting married (4 this summer alone) and friends starting to settle down and begin families, I feel no rush to get to that point. I kind of waiver on marriage sometimes anyway, and truthfully it’s more important that I have children than it is to get married. Specifically, I want a daughter so I can raise my queen. Yes, I am a sap at heart and I want a daddy’s little girl so that I can spoil the living shit out of her. Sadly, I’ve expressed this sentiment to many women I know and they’ve informed me that going into it with that mindframe has the potential to cause major problems between my daughter and wife (assuming I have one) of jealousy. Not exactly sure how I’m going to get around that one…because my daughter…

…you will hate her.

Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself here because like I said, I’m in no rush to get to that point.

The big 2-7…please everybody go out and have a drink on yourself in the name of celebrating my 27 years of existence on this big ole rock we like to call Earth.

Also, I’d like to give a quick shoutout to anybody who is celebrating a birthday soon or has celebrated one recently. In fact, if you are a Gemini…Happy Birthday.

What’s your favorite zodiac sign?? Gemini!!!

It’s not just a sign, it’s a way of life.

And why tell you today? Because I won’t even be checking this site tomorrow, so I decided to just let you all know today how important tomorrow is. I’m sexxy like that. And I want to make sure everybody knows to take a shot or have a drink for me. I’d like reports back people.

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My birthday also marks my two year blogiversary. And yes that is corny as the fuck, but I started blogging on June 3, 2004. I knew my birthday was important, but it also signifies the day that I began to take over the world. And I have two other Geminis to thank for that.

And because I feel like saying it, “shower me with your loooooooove…”

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I’ve decided that I’m going to start blogging on my MySpace page from time to time too. Call it sheer boredom but what the hell, I still have absofuckinlutely no idea what to do with that damn page. So, short non-sensical blogs it is. At your leisure, and assuming that your employer hasn’t placed a MySpace embargo on your work computer, feel free to venture over to my site, leave a comment, search around or something. Who knows, one of these days I might actually add some real pictures, albeit for a short amount of time…a brotha needs his employment ya know.

www.myspace.com/panamadjackson

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I might have to recuse myself from the Black Race for a period of no less than 1 week and no more that 1 month for one simple fact.

On Sunday, at the wedding I attended…was the very first time I’ve EVER heard the Rick James and Smokey Robinson song, “Ebony Eyes”.

*hanging head in shame*

I have no clue how this song has eluded me for so long, especially since I’m a Rick James fan. Hell, “Mary Jane” is one of my favorite songs of all time and has been since I first heard it in 9th grade. Granted, I’ve never cared for Smokey Robinson but that’s no excuse. I’ve learned that I’m not the only person who hasn’t heard this song before so maybe I’m taking this a little bit too seriously, but this song is so damn great, it instantly became a favorite. In fact, according to my iTunes tracker, I listened to this song 33 times yesterday at work. It would have been 99, except I put it on a 3 song playlist that played the entire day. I can’t tell you the other two songs I listened to because…

…I’m in the midst of a competition with another blogger to see who can put together the better old school CD. We have to make two 10 song playlists, one slow songs and the other midtempo, and send them to some folks to see which ones they like best. And the other two songs on my playlist are contenders. The only reason “Ebony Eyes” isn’t is because the other blogger was the first person to mention the song to me, so I concede that one.

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A chick I know said something to me the other day in regards to a situation that has arisen and it got me to thinking. She said, “is that the change you want to make for your birthday?” Now me, being the ultrasmooth sexxy soul brother #2 that I am, I’ve never quite thought of my birthday as a time for change. In fact, for the most part there isn’t too much in my life that I’d want to change right now. That’s not entirely true, there are some situations that have occurred that have me secondguessing or overthinking or whatever, but that’s not really change, that’s more or less getting things that are already there in perspective. But in reality, there are no changes I’d make around this time that would be reflective of what needs to happen for my birthday…any change I make is obviously something that needs to change for my life. For instance, I could stand to be more financially smart, but then again, I operate as if I’m going to be very rich very soon, and am making certain moves to do so…so no real need for change there.

I could stand to eat healthier but that’s something that is always the case. The only real change that would ever need to be considered in my life, given that I live a pretty damn good life, would be the people in it. And I have to say, emphatically, I’m pretty damn lucky to have the friends that I do. Any frequenter to this site has read about my friends ad nauseum. We do trips, we fight, we don’t speak to eachother for a while, we go out to eat, we learn, we support…but we’re always still there for one another and thru it all, for the most part, nobody has to really question that friendship. Yes, there have been some tests. But I’ve never felt like I couldn’t depend on them. Or that I wasn’t significant. I’m not saying I need to get the red-carpet treatment, but I am saying, that with my friends, I know what it means to be their friend. We’re not perfect…like I said, we fight, but thats what happens in a family…a real one.

I’d like to say that I offer them the same thing they offer me. A bottom line level of trust, security, and appreciation. I’m talking the bare minimum. No need for lights, camera, action…just awareness that your friends do actually want to be your friends. Stumbled? Why yes I have (but I’m still not ordinary people…remember, they don’t know which way to go…me, I bought a map), but would I take a bullet for my friends? Yes I would. Two for a few of my boys because I wouldn’t be who I am today if not for them. And this goes for friends I’ve met online as well as friends I’ve known face-to-face, because for me, those lines are very blurry for some people, as I’ve met and kicked it with a sizeable amount of my online friends. And I’m talking major kickage.

To my friends, thanks…I’m lucky…and you are appreciated. And I’m alive for another year to recognize it.

So what’s the point of that little personally reflective monologue up there? There was no specific point…I’m just speaking out loud and being sappy and shit. Lest you forget, the kid teared up at a wedding recently. I’m feeling emotional like The Great Crack Queen, Whitney.

And it was also to see if in the time it took you to read that, if anybody’s car was stolen. According to some people’s figures cars are stolen every few minutes. Those were some long ass paragraphs, if you or somebody you know’s car wasn’t stolen in that time, well, we’re being lied to America!

Alright, enough with the sappy shit.

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We in room 222!

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Dammit…I JUST got an email with an evite in it for a cookout coming up in June. These two friends of mine who throw these joints ALWAYS have them on weekends I’m going to be out of town. And I mean that literally. I’ve been to like one of their events because no matter when they schedule it…Mr. Oh So Sexxy! is on his way out of town. Talk about coincidences that are about to become conspiracy theories.

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To you, Thank you. I haven’t opened them yet. It’s not my birthday yet.

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Happy Birthday to me…tomorrow! May you eat, drink, be merry without getting married. Hence may you eat, drink, be merry, and non-annulled.

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