The most important holiday to a Satanist is his/her birthday. It represents the ultimate egotism. I’m not a Satanist but I did celebrate my birthday and it went well, despite the lack of a wild party.
So my wife and I went out to Bella Luna for dinner.
I ate sea food, had Turkish coffee
and we had a glass of wine for desert.
I spent all day drinking my favorite tea, an exotic specialty I get for special occasions. I went to work, but had an easy pud good day.
I didn’t have a lot of friends join my dinner. No one sent me any strippers.
I resisted buying a whole fifth of 99 Bananas liquor.
I also had no Ritalin (រីទអលិន).
But I had a good time anyway.
I’m a year older and a year closer to the grave….Oh well!