father's/brittany's day. (oh yea, slash nigglet day).
my birthday seems to suck each and every fucking year. it's not about the presents or the money or whatever. even though they are very appreciated. it's just about having the best time you can with the people you love. which is what i did last night. my three favorite people took me to cafe brazil where i got to eat bday banana cheesecake. ryan and i walked up and down the streets of oak lawn looking for someone aware that we werent old enough to buy cigarettes. we found no one. so we didnt get to look super-teen/cool. amber was so bitchy bc she didnt get to releve her nicotine craving. we blared mike jones, the whisper song, and every song on the "brittany, lara, ryan LOVE cd" which contained all of our old songs. it reminded me of olden days while getting lost dowtown, but we were lacking blow pops for support. i thought i was going to die on the way home with ryan driving my car. now i know how everyone feels with me. eeeek. it was a lovely birthday. and i got the photo iPod.
amber and i drove to cedar hill yesterday to see her dads grave. he died when he was 18 and she was 8 months old. i guess having everyone tell you how wonderful this person was, you never "meeting" them, and them being your father just makes it worse. we walked to his grave and i left her to have time with him. i walked around the graves yard just looking at tombstones. i had a lot of thoughts of "when i die, i want that on my tombstone." hmmm. i felt bad that i stood on top of all the buried people. i dont think they minded but i still felt bad. she left a rose, we hugged while balling our eyes out, and blarred pink floyd while pulling away bc that was his favorite band. im glad i did something nice for someone. wow that makes me sound like i never do anything nice. as for my father. moving out of our house all day had him pissing as hell. he was a dick for most of the day, but then cooled off when amber and i left only bc he fell asleep.
amber and i drove to cedar hill yesterday to see her dads grave. he died when he was 18 and she was 8 months old. i guess having everyone tell you how wonderful this person was, you never "meeting" them, and them being your father just makes it worse. we walked to his grave and i left her to have time with him. i walked around the graves yard just looking at tombstones. i had a lot of thoughts of "when i die, i want that on my tombstone." hmmm. i felt bad that i stood on top of all the buried people. i dont think they minded but i still felt bad. she left a rose, we hugged while balling our eyes out, and blarred pink floyd while pulling away bc that was his favorite band. im glad i did something nice for someone. wow that makes me sound like i never do anything nice. as for my father. moving out of our house all day had him pissing as hell. he was a dick for most of the day, but then cooled off when amber and i left only bc he fell asleep.