Tomorrow >.
I'll be 24 tomorrow. Actually I was born at 1:08 tonight, if you must know specifics. I'm uncomfortable about it. Moreso because my aunt and uncle sent me an unmistakably kiddie card. I have told them that to avoid empty nest they could use me as a proxy of sorts, but honestly, Shrek? My poor boyfriend gets my few years rubbed in his nose yet again.
Fear not, gentle readers, I am used to guilt. I was raised Catholic. It is nice to know that someone remembered enough to send something though. My parents, after forgetting my nineteenth, say they'll be up for the weekend.
Over my short life I have loved:
Crappy punk rock
Emo
Classic Rock
Spaghetti straps
Fluffy skirts
Heels
Combat boots
Retro stuff
Antiques
Sex
Love
Will
Star Wars (eps III, IV, V, VI)
Harry Potter (todos)
Math
Art
Also, I still, at my age, cannot read analog watches without doing the counting thing. ("Five, ten, fifteen, twenty..."), and that bugs me.
In the next year, I want to:
Graduate from college
Have my very own analog watch
Blow town
There you have it. I fucking hate my birthday. Ho ho ho and whatnot.
Fear not, gentle readers, I am used to guilt. I was raised Catholic. It is nice to know that someone remembered enough to send something though. My parents, after forgetting my nineteenth, say they'll be up for the weekend.
Over my short life I have loved:
Crappy punk rock
Emo
Classic Rock
Spaghetti straps
Fluffy skirts
Heels
Combat boots
Retro stuff
Antiques
Sex
Love
Will
Star Wars (eps III, IV, V, VI)
Harry Potter (todos)
Math
Art
Also, I still, at my age, cannot read analog watches without doing the counting thing. ("Five, ten, fifteen, twenty..."), and that bugs me.
In the next year, I want to:
Graduate from college
Have my very own analog watch
Blow town
There you have it. I fucking hate my birthday. Ho ho ho and whatnot.