My birthday really is the new Hannukah... fuck if I know how to spell it though.

[second_guess]

Last night my dad took me out to dinner for my birthday. Is was quite a surreal experience. We talked about everything, I don't think we've ever had a conversation that honest before. He told me he loved me about 500 times and even started crying when he was talking about how beautiful I was. He bought me a neckalace from Tiffany's. It's really pretty though and as far as jewelry goes, it works for me. I guess it was pretty expensive too, but whatever. I'll have to take a picture of it at some point. My dad said he wished there was a way to capture his feelings last night, like you would in a picture. Every daughter should have an experience like that with her father. He made sure I was in love with Tom. I am. He knows it and he knows we'll get married some day. I just wish my parents would stop apologizing. They really don't need to.
I also have a new third boyfriend. His name is Castro and he's a younger man. He has black hair and brown eyes and I'm absolutely in love with him. We sleep together every night. Castro is my super sexy new puppy. Half shar pei, half doberman. He's a force to be reckoned with and I'm pretty sure he's gay. He hasn't come out and said it because 8 weeks old dogs usually really don't know yet, but I have a feeling. The hot pink collar gives it away.
No new developments with the whole psycho problem. I tried to get referred to a new psych but they're being total douches about it. Anyone have some adderall they'd like to sell me?
Saturday in San Fran!!! I'll be 21!!! Everyone's invited as long as they buy me a drink.