i'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning.
mood: quite a bit of sugar in my system. birthday candy. birthday cookies. birthday arizona iced tea.
music: santa esmerelda - don't let me be misunderstood.
today i turn 22. do i feel 22? .. eh. sometimes. sometimes i want to be five years old, spending 75% of the daylight hours in the swimming pool, pretending to be a mermaid while my mother and grandpa sat on the porch watching. my brother james would play this awful, awful trick on me where he'd lay face down in the pool and pretend to be dead no matter how much i shook him and cried.
which, in retrospect, was really mean of you, james. i hope your kittens bite your ankles!
jay was an absolute kitten (that's right, kitten.) yesterday and took me to the mall (which he hates), and even followed me into the gap when i wanted to browse. he bought me my favorite candles, the only candles worth burning. he took me to dinner and loved me even though i remove the onion from my awesome blossom before eating it. he bought me harvey and encouraged my wish to have a pooka.
i want to carve our name in our tree somewhere and etch a heart around it.
my mother sent me a twenty-five pound birthday box with things she knew i wanted but either a) couldn't afford or b) couldn't find. dvd's, graphic novels, books, cookies, candy, FOOD (rice, adobo and sofrito!) she sent me copies of some of my favorite children's books (the lorax and if you give a mouse a cookie), which make me feel five years old again .. which was the feeling i was going for, wasn't it?
so thanks, mom.
i'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won't catch a cold.