three oh
My birthday is on Thursday.
I'm usually a horrible, bitter sad sack about my birthday. No party. No dinner. No shopping. Nothing special. The people I would want to see live far away, and rarely call. Mom's working in D.C., my uncle wants to visit but isn't sure about his car, Pixie is busy with her own birthday and planning her wedding, Midori and Parsons Foreman have kids and work all the time, D's in New York, Melissa is having a baby, and Laylah is in Texas. The rest of my family lumps my birthday in with my cousin's wife's (the 6th? the 10th? I don't really know.), and that party is ALWAYS really awkward and strained, and I spend most of the time feeling like I'm intruding (like most of my interactions with family). If it weren't for The Facetubes, I doubt most people even remember when my birthday is. I cry a lot and sulk and refuse to do anything fun. I end up spending my birthday money on groceries and bills.
WELL, NOT THIS YEAR. THIS YEAR I AM THIRTY.
I will thank everyone who wishes me a happy birthday, because it is nice of them to think of me, even if it was Facebook that reminded them. I am having a party Saturday and there will be pink and black balloons and we will all watch Your Highness and all of our drinks will have party hats. I will buy myself a fantastic present that is completely frivolous, and make myself a three layer red velvet cake with pink sparkly icing and strawberries and black roses. I will have victory rolls and pink streaks and glittery black eyemakeup and it will be FABULOUS. FABULOUS AND AMAZING. AMAZULOUS.
My cute-fancy dresses and shoes didn't make it up here. SO MAYBE I WILL BUY NEW ONES.
I DON'T WANT ANY DAMN LEMONS, LIFE. I WILL MAKE COMBUSTIBLE LEMONS AND BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN.
Here is a thing I am making to wear this weekend whee:
Not finished of course, they need gloss and glitter and jump rings and whatnot.
I don't know if I want the little heart beads, but they're cute and tie the black in...
I'm usually a horrible, bitter sad sack about my birthday. No party. No dinner. No shopping. Nothing special. The people I would want to see live far away, and rarely call. Mom's working in D.C., my uncle wants to visit but isn't sure about his car, Pixie is busy with her own birthday and planning her wedding, Midori and Parsons Foreman have kids and work all the time, D's in New York, Melissa is having a baby, and Laylah is in Texas. The rest of my family lumps my birthday in with my cousin's wife's (the 6th? the 10th? I don't really know.), and that party is ALWAYS really awkward and strained, and I spend most of the time feeling like I'm intruding (like most of my interactions with family). If it weren't for The Facetubes, I doubt most people even remember when my birthday is. I cry a lot and sulk and refuse to do anything fun. I end up spending my birthday money on groceries and bills.
WELL, NOT THIS YEAR. THIS YEAR I AM THIRTY.
I will thank everyone who wishes me a happy birthday, because it is nice of them to think of me, even if it was Facebook that reminded them. I am having a party Saturday and there will be pink and black balloons and we will all watch Your Highness and all of our drinks will have party hats. I will buy myself a fantastic present that is completely frivolous, and make myself a three layer red velvet cake with pink sparkly icing and strawberries and black roses. I will have victory rolls and pink streaks and glittery black eyemakeup and it will be FABULOUS. FABULOUS AND AMAZING. AMAZULOUS.
My cute-fancy dresses and shoes didn't make it up here. SO MAYBE I WILL BUY NEW ONES.
I DON'T WANT ANY DAMN LEMONS, LIFE. I WILL MAKE COMBUSTIBLE LEMONS AND BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN.
Here is a thing I am making to wear this weekend whee:
Not finished of course, they need gloss and glitter and jump rings and whatnot.
I don't know if I want the little heart beads, but they're cute and tie the black in...