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[Private. Hack this.]
My birthday is on Monday. Another year gone, another year closer to death. How exciting.
I have yet to have anybody ask me what I want for my birthday. I suspect my answer would just be a shrug anyway. I don't want material things--my one request will be to have a day off where I don't have to lift a finger, can go where I please without worrying about anything or anybody, and when I come home, the entire place is sparkling clean.
Perhaps that's a bit unrealistic. Cross would say I was acting like a housewife. Perhaps I am. It would be nice if he'd help out a little though.
Ugh. I sound like one of those sitcom housewives. Disgusting. I suppose I'll spend the whole of my 29th birthday cleaning and scrubbing and cooking again. At least it's a good reason to have cake. I wonder what kind I should bake. Chocolate seems like it would be a bit too much of an indulgence, but it sounds heavenly. Well, at least I have five days to figure it out.
Five days may not be enough. There are too many choices.
It's late. I should be trying to sleep, but despite how tired I am, I just can't seem to fall asleep. It's rather annoying, considering I need to be up in five and a half hours.
(ooc: Argh, there's a cat in my way.)
My birthday is on Monday. Another year gone, another year closer to death. How exciting.
I have yet to have anybody ask me what I want for my birthday. I suspect my answer would just be a shrug anyway. I don't want material things--my one request will be to have a day off where I don't have to lift a finger, can go where I please without worrying about anything or anybody, and when I come home, the entire place is sparkling clean.
Perhaps that's a bit unrealistic. Cross would say I was acting like a housewife. Perhaps I am. It would be nice if he'd help out a little though.
Ugh. I sound like one of those sitcom housewives. Disgusting. I suppose I'll spend the whole of my 29th birthday cleaning and scrubbing and cooking again. At least it's a good reason to have cake. I wonder what kind I should bake. Chocolate seems like it would be a bit too much of an indulgence, but it sounds heavenly. Well, at least I have five days to figure it out.
Five days may not be enough. There are too many choices.
It's late. I should be trying to sleep, but despite how tired I am, I just can't seem to fall asleep. It's rather annoying, considering I need to be up in five and a half hours.
(ooc: Argh, there's a cat in my way.)