secrets
THE BAD
So, today ranks among the shittiest birthdays I've had in a long time. But, as it was a Wednesday (the middle of the week day), I have festivities to look forward to starting tomorrow night. I was showed more love on this day by the 36 year old dead beat that washes our dishes at Woodys than I was by my own father, who... I suppose... just sort of forgot my birthday this year.
My mothers gift to me ...shall not be spoken of.
Yes, I am now a little older, a little wiser, and still have not used my new powers. My younger brother actually got drunk tonight, and I, the 21 year old, did not.
THE GOOD
However, this morning I received a many birthday wishes that made me feel obscenely special! So thanks all of you for your love =D Even if 2/3 of you managed to throw the word 'bitch' in there. Wouldn't be a birthday of mine unless I was honestly sworn at. How I love it!
Seb and Angie and Lily and Bella got me a singing Pirates of the Caribbean card and cupcakes, so, as Seb said, I could have a subtle hint of my birthday to take to work. I got to spend my morning with Lily and Bella, and they are the cutest sisters in the world. I do not wish for the day to come when Aunt Beck has to come between them to stop the hair pulling and clawing. -_-
Also, upon arriving at Barnes and Noble tonight (surp...rise...?) I was given a rather sullen, mumbled 'happy birthday' from the ex-boyfriend, and was serenaded by Kari and Rene, each doing their own take on the birthday song.
Kari's was a very Marilyn Monroe "BONE-ME-NOW" sort of thing, and even added in the 'Mr President', for which much glee followed, and Rene's was operatic. Poignant. Hand gestures and facial expressions were included, and by the end of it, though she was spotted 'acting a fool' and smoking a cigarette by one of her young little students, there was not a dry eye in the audience!
Especially when Rene improved a 21st birthday version of the Rambo Theme song to me, and then proceeded to sing the original with me in front of Molly. 'sa good song.
THE UGLY
A fifty year old man asked me if I was single, told me I looked absolutely fantastic with my new hair cut, and then proceeded to introduce me to his wife. All while waiting for the green arrow on Palm Bay Road and Babcock. Figure that one out.
THE DIRECTION OF MY LIFE
I am moving out of the Vinings in October, and will be rooming with Jolene, a friend from work. A 2 bedroom 1 bath, living on ramen and scraping by. Oh well--poverty shall only improve my financial aid, and I've already accepted the fact that when my friends are all out of college, I'll be like.. maybe halfway through.
Hey, as the dinosaur Little Foot fell onto after his mother died once said, "We don't all arrive together at the end."
They can't all be winners, eh?
So I'm happy I finally got into an apartment that's somewhat affordable, but will in any case start looking for another job. It's time to move on.
So, today ranks among the shittiest birthdays I've had in a long time. But, as it was a Wednesday (the middle of the week day), I have festivities to look forward to starting tomorrow night. I was showed more love on this day by the 36 year old dead beat that washes our dishes at Woodys than I was by my own father, who... I suppose... just sort of forgot my birthday this year.
My mothers gift to me ...shall not be spoken of.
Yes, I am now a little older, a little wiser, and still have not used my new powers. My younger brother actually got drunk tonight, and I, the 21 year old, did not.
THE GOOD
However, this morning I received a many birthday wishes that made me feel obscenely special! So thanks all of you for your love =D Even if 2/3 of you managed to throw the word 'bitch' in there. Wouldn't be a birthday of mine unless I was honestly sworn at. How I love it!
Seb and Angie and Lily and Bella got me a singing Pirates of the Caribbean card and cupcakes, so, as Seb said, I could have a subtle hint of my birthday to take to work. I got to spend my morning with Lily and Bella, and they are the cutest sisters in the world. I do not wish for the day to come when Aunt Beck has to come between them to stop the hair pulling and clawing. -_-
Also, upon arriving at Barnes and Noble tonight (surp...rise...?) I was given a rather sullen, mumbled 'happy birthday' from the ex-boyfriend, and was serenaded by Kari and Rene, each doing their own take on the birthday song.
Kari's was a very Marilyn Monroe "BONE-ME-NOW" sort of thing, and even added in the 'Mr President', for which much glee followed, and Rene's was operatic. Poignant. Hand gestures and facial expressions were included, and by the end of it, though she was spotted 'acting a fool' and smoking a cigarette by one of her young little students, there was not a dry eye in the audience!
Especially when Rene improved a 21st birthday version of the Rambo Theme song to me, and then proceeded to sing the original with me in front of Molly. 'sa good song.
THE UGLY
A fifty year old man asked me if I was single, told me I looked absolutely fantastic with my new hair cut, and then proceeded to introduce me to his wife. All while waiting for the green arrow on Palm Bay Road and Babcock. Figure that one out.
THE DIRECTION OF MY LIFE
I am moving out of the Vinings in October, and will be rooming with Jolene, a friend from work. A 2 bedroom 1 bath, living on ramen and scraping by. Oh well--poverty shall only improve my financial aid, and I've already accepted the fact that when my friends are all out of college, I'll be like.. maybe halfway through.
Hey, as the dinosaur Little Foot fell onto after his mother died once said, "We don't all arrive together at the end."
They can't all be winners, eh?
So I'm happy I finally got into an apartment that's somewhat affordable, but will in any case start looking for another job. It's time to move on.