After the apocalypse...
This ended up a bit more lazy eyed than intended.
Mumbles crashed the party. Just walked right in the door, pulled out a beer, and started drinking and playing xylophone and saying a lot of things that noone could understand.
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My birthday...was decent. I wish I had a more positive attitude about it, but some things were just so lonely feeling, and so hurtful, that I can't be as pumped about it as I'd like to be.
It'd be silly to say it were all bad, though. Swimming, music, dancing, Limp Bizkit covers, vegan spanikopita, spending a few days with my sister, making cookies, candy, good friends...
My list of gifts is so ridiculous that it has to be reproduced:
* broken foil balloon
* homemade cat and panda stuffed animals
* kitten, bat, and dinosaur stickers
* toys
* oil paint
* puzzles
* candy
* cookies
* vinyl
* squirt guns
* a pimp cup
* bubbles
* homemade tshirt with a pig holding a chainsaw that says "EAT MORE CHICKEN"
* a spine (which Ryan and I found while exploring and swimming...he swam back with it held over his head for me)
I have a bike that's in working order now.
I've spent ridiculous amounts of money on concert tickets recently.
I went to a post-apocalyptic sci-fi dance party last night and am still covered in glitter sludge, which is a little too familiar.
I'm not looking forward to To the Barricades! going on tour.
I'm not looking forward to Zak moving.
I am looking forward to eating a lot of cookies. Right now.