sigh.

Jun 25, 2008 12:33

god, seriously. it happens every year, like clockwork. the birthday angst. not the "oh noes i'm ancient" kind, but the "oh woes no one gives a damn" kind. & it doesn't help that there is no birthday collection bag in the tearoom with my name on it & i'm too _something_ to ask about it. i've mentioned the fact it's my birthday tomorrow several times in the past week, it's not like they don't know. gah. i mentioned my birthday to so some of the ladies downstairs yesterday on my shopping trip and they were shocked and said they'd ask about it but yeah..

not that it's important or anything. i'm not obsessed with presents. just the thought. you know, "the thought that counts."

oh and in other news #1: i'm having a birthday / housewarming party on Saturday:

"I'm turning 26 on thursday and carl just officially moved in so we're having a little party on saturday to celebrate both. presents optional but appreciated. bring your own bottle.

technically starting at 8, but you can come earlier but you'll have to watch doctor who with me and let me concentrate. timelording is srs bsns.

anyway. RSVP please so i know how much cake to make! i make quite good cake now."

in other news #2: i made excellent banana & blackberry muffins last night. i rule the muffin tray. and we have a real bed, and carl officially lives in 67 eldon street now. though we still need to take the paper work to the council for housing benefits. but you need bank statements etc for that.

i've just been too busy with everything else. and having nothing to say.
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