good golly
so . . . i'm older than i was before.
my birthday passed in a brilliant haze of good times.
last saturday was my actual birthday, and in honor of it being on a saturday, we threw a party celebrating my birthday as well as my virgo twin adam and my september baby (Babby) cameron. bounce house was shaped like a big giraffe, piñata was shaped like a big corona bottle (and contained, among the candy bits, glowsticks, kazoos, and condoms). there was carne asada from carson, visitors from such mexican-friendly places as wilmington and canoga park, and a few unidentified mexicans to boot.
no, i'm not racist. i'm just saying, this was a theme party.
if you missed it this year and you got an invite, consider yourself a lame-ass! with any luck we'll be able to pull off another, BETTER one next year. or, if bounce house & piñata are interchangeable with costumes, we'll see you 'round halloween. or next June.
work is interesting now, y'know. this whole promotion thing, it's not feeling quite like i'm doing any different yet. at least, i'm not thinking too differently. my boss told me that i got promoted because i think like a supervisor, but the problem is that i don't act like one (yet). luckily the problem isn't reversed. so last week was a series of shifts during which my boss basically explained to me that i have to get used to telling people what to do. it's really weird to hear that, because i've spent so much of my life as an older-sibling archetype telling people what to do (to their chagrin) and years after that unlearning such behavior.
also, something really terrifying/interesting: this past week my livejournal also hit its birthday . . . its TENTH birthday.
that's right, "pinkerdot" is ten years old. this is ten years of my life. the first few years, very intimate and real and raw and constant updating. it tapers off around 2008, down to a trickle here in 2011. but i know for sure i've got at least four years of serious journal action in here. from 6-10 years ago.
i'm like, really, there are kids younger than my lj. i think all my neighbors' kids are younger than my lj. that's . . . so . . . i don't know . . . mostly depressing, i guess.
when did i start getting so bad at keeping a journal?!