happy 20-something-or-other, me.
so it's officially past my birthday in any of the various relevant time zones. and celebration has been...well, nil. but it was a lazy weekend. which is celebration of a particular kind. laundry + movies + wine + 2 books = a decent time, as they go.
and i got a birthday cake. from this crusty old dude i met on smoke-breaks out the front of my building when i first got here. he got me a frickin' cake. cheeky bastard. he's like, 53, so i think i've been semi-adopted, but it was a frickin' nice surprise. then we got coffee at like, 3 in the morning because neither of us ever sleep and he told me army stories, including one about tying a dude buck-naked onto a freighter on it's way to singapore the day before he was due to be married. classic.
and i got a package from me parents. still no cds, but they got me a SWEEET fuckin' mp3 player. tiny little thing, 1gig storage, fm tuner, direct-from-cd mp3 encoding. the geek is pleased. there was a letter, and pictures of my doggie in the snow, a sweet little recipe thing for 8gajillion varieties of chicken--a bundle of home. i love my parents. a lot.
so much for going out and celebrating till i can't walk. [shrug] that was never really my thing anyway. not like it matters around here, anyway, i guess. save it for another day.
story of my damn life. one of these days i'm gonna run out of another days.
and i got a birthday cake. from this crusty old dude i met on smoke-breaks out the front of my building when i first got here. he got me a frickin' cake. cheeky bastard. he's like, 53, so i think i've been semi-adopted, but it was a frickin' nice surprise. then we got coffee at like, 3 in the morning because neither of us ever sleep and he told me army stories, including one about tying a dude buck-naked onto a freighter on it's way to singapore the day before he was due to be married. classic.
and i got a package from me parents. still no cds, but they got me a SWEEET fuckin' mp3 player. tiny little thing, 1gig storage, fm tuner, direct-from-cd mp3 encoding. the geek is pleased. there was a letter, and pictures of my doggie in the snow, a sweet little recipe thing for 8gajillion varieties of chicken--a bundle of home. i love my parents. a lot.
so much for going out and celebrating till i can't walk. [shrug] that was never really my thing anyway. not like it matters around here, anyway, i guess. save it for another day.
story of my damn life. one of these days i'm gonna run out of another days.