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I have exactly ten minutes to post. FYI I am house sitting all of this week for Nicki so online time will be few and far between. Not that I care...being spitting distance from work is always a plus. Since when did -I- consider waking up at 6:30 sleeping in? How sad my life has become.
The birthday was low key but ok until then end. I found myself less then excited about doing anything this year. Depression...I damn thee to the war! Nicki still dragged my emo ass to the beach where I got an interesting sunburn and was forced to accept the fact that the swim suit was too big! Nicki and I giggled at a beach wedding. The idea was good on paper but there was a guy with a metal detector in the background and will surely be in all of the wedding shots! We joked about throwing boardwalk fries so we could watch the seagulls dive bomb them. I ate junk. AAAAAALLLL weekend. It was my birthday. I was allowed. It felt gooooood! The actual birthday (last Monday) was nice but my emotions kinda fucked it up. I have nobody to blame but myself though I can't figure out how to stop it. I had dinner with Kat and a few co workers at the Rockville Chili's followed by Coldstone in Laurel. All was fine. I was mildly buzzed and in somewhat good spirits considering I was terrified of my cell phone all day that day. I'll explain that one later...
...The end of my birthday? Nothing makes a party like a panic attack before bedtime. I've had two in my life, both of which have been over the course of six months. I won't go into what triggered it on here so let's just say I was terrified of the idea of being haunted by Christmas birthday pasts. I wasn't but I came too close for comfort at that time and freaked. Again more on that later...
...More to write on the show too...patience my dears...
The birthday was low key but ok until then end. I found myself less then excited about doing anything this year. Depression...I damn thee to the war! Nicki still dragged my emo ass to the beach where I got an interesting sunburn and was forced to accept the fact that the swim suit was too big! Nicki and I giggled at a beach wedding. The idea was good on paper but there was a guy with a metal detector in the background and will surely be in all of the wedding shots! We joked about throwing boardwalk fries so we could watch the seagulls dive bomb them. I ate junk. AAAAAALLLL weekend. It was my birthday. I was allowed. It felt gooooood! The actual birthday (last Monday) was nice but my emotions kinda fucked it up. I have nobody to blame but myself though I can't figure out how to stop it. I had dinner with Kat and a few co workers at the Rockville Chili's followed by Coldstone in Laurel. All was fine. I was mildly buzzed and in somewhat good spirits considering I was terrified of my cell phone all day that day. I'll explain that one later...
...The end of my birthday? Nothing makes a party like a panic attack before bedtime. I've had two in my life, both of which have been over the course of six months. I won't go into what triggered it on here so let's just say I was terrified of the idea of being haunted by Christmas birthday pasts. I wasn't but I came too close for comfort at that time and freaked. Again more on that later...
...More to write on the show too...patience my dears...