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it's my birthday.
which means i needed to take the "FUCK GRADES" sign off my door since my gramma was coming. i still left "i am NOT a nice person" and "i do NOT tell the truth" along with a few, choice others.
i'm not really a big birthday person, when i think about it. but somehow, this year was different. it was... sweetly satisfying. in ways i can't quite explain.
like pineapple poi, only, not. since i can only imagine that being disgusting.
aside from the massive facebook wall attack, & stephen's excellent timing, my housemates threw a mini dance party. sung me happy birthday, complete with candles. and got offered a lapdance from brendan (not unusual, he's drunk).
and i got to drink tea (that i can now grow in a pot).
and somehow, there's something unparalleled with a housemate who's in my advanced fiction class coming up to tell me she really liked my story. the one that i nearly cried turning in because i thought it was so bad.
which means i needed to take the "FUCK GRADES" sign off my door since my gramma was coming. i still left "i am NOT a nice person" and "i do NOT tell the truth" along with a few, choice others.
i'm not really a big birthday person, when i think about it. but somehow, this year was different. it was... sweetly satisfying. in ways i can't quite explain.
like pineapple poi, only, not. since i can only imagine that being disgusting.
aside from the massive facebook wall attack, & stephen's excellent timing, my housemates threw a mini dance party. sung me happy birthday, complete with candles. and got offered a lapdance from brendan (not unusual, he's drunk).
and i got to drink tea (that i can now grow in a pot).
and somehow, there's something unparalleled with a housemate who's in my advanced fiction class coming up to tell me she really liked my story. the one that i nearly cried turning in because i thought it was so bad.