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Ladies is pimps too

Today is a great day. Just a great day.

Yesterday was weird. Yesterday was the most low-key birthday ever, I think. Which doesn't matter, as I've made this a totally Birthday Weekend, and I have a lot to look forward to, including a party on Saturday which will totally be my real birthday celebration. It was just so strange, yesterday, to have it not be a big deal. I'm a very birthday person.

Yesterday I came into work late. And I stopped on the way in for a bagel. I worked pretty hard, but not too hard. I left on time, and went to give myself a birthday present: I got my ear pierced. Then I came home and watched Star Trek and updated my website. It was nice and lovely and relaxed. Then Mitch came over. We ordered Chinese food and watched different Star Trek. And Mitchell gave me a couple birthday presents. Mitch is not a present guy. It took me a while to get used to that, but that's just how he is. So it means a whole lot that he got me something for my birthday. It was totally unexpected. Thanks a lot, buddy.

My mom called me to wish me a happy birthday. I was talking to both Mom and Dad on the phone, and I said that I had gotten myself a birthday present, and they said "what is it?", and I said, laughing, "oh, you're probably not going to be happy about it," and Dad said a little loudly "did you get something pierced?" and I laughed and said "yeah," and before I could say "just my ear," HE HUNG UP ON ME. Me. Hello. We just got finished discussing that I turned twenty freaking six freaking years old. Man. "He just woke up," my mom said. I hope he apologizes. He's not a particularly stubborn man. I mean, come ON. You don't have to be happy about it, but you also don't have to be so freaking obnoxious about it, on my BIRTHDAY and all. My parents are seriously so weird. They didn't do enough drugs when they were younger.

And my brother called me! I feared he wouldn't, as he was in the process of driving to Florida from freaking Rochester New York. I estimate that this trip would take, oh, I don't know, eight or nine million years. He called to say that traffic was stopped in North Carolina and that it was SNOWING. He seemed quite upset by this, offended even. "It's SNOWING. This is NORTH CAROLINA! It's SNOWING in NORTH CAROLINA! It had better not be fucking snowing in Florida." Maybe it was even South Carolina, I don't remember for sure. I told him that it had snowed in Atlanta earlier that day, or the day before. "GEORGIA???" he exclaimed. "It snowed in HOTLANTA?? What the fuck??" Poor Sean. Earlier in the year it snowed in Rochester every day for like a month and a half. The poor kid just wants some goddamned sun.

I got an email today from my high school boyfriend, the one who looks like Legolas, wishing me a happy birthday. It's always nice to hear from him, he is a good, good guy. And he says he forgives me for the way I treated him at the end of our relationship, in 1996. I hadn't known he was still upset about that -- well, no, that's not completely true. I had a feeling. But that's nice that he doesn't hold it against me anymore. I'd like to think I'd do a lot better now. I like to think I get a little smarter every year, every month. A little kinder. Just a year ago I didn't think kindness mattered all that much, but now, I think it is very important.

It's Friday! It's Friday and my ear hurts. Michelle and Teege and Jeff are taking me to get sushi tonight. I haven't had sushi in a restaurant since Halloween, I think. And then on Saturday I want to buy an outfit for my party. I haven't bought clothes since I went shopping for Rachel and Jerron's wedding in November. I hope I don't get guilted into coming into work, as I didn't last Saturday, and won't be able to next Saturday, because my parents are coming down. We'll see.

I'm listening to Lifes Rich Pageant.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 27th, 2004 07:40 am (UTC)
Just a year ago I didn't think kindness mattered all that much, but now, I think it is very important.

That's such a beautiful thing to say. Happy Friday!
Feb. 27th, 2004 07:43 am (UTC)
Thanks, you too! I'll probably see you tonight, but in case I don't, have a great time in Vegas.
Feb. 27th, 2004 08:43 am (UTC)
Oh man! I made a mental note to call and say happy birthday yesterday and then I had a shit day taking trains across three boroughs and the mental note disappeared. Happy belated birthday though!
Feb. 27th, 2004 08:55 am (UTC)
That's okay! Thank you!

I like your flying bunny icon.
Feb. 27th, 2004 09:23 am (UTC)
Go on dust your shoulders off! - my roomate loves that song
I can sympathize with you on the parents and the piercings. My mom flipped a bit when she saw my belly. I was still living at home at the time, but I was 22!

My mom did a decent amount of drugs, I think. Although she went to woodstock and LEFT because it was "too much", which I think is lame.

Feb. 27th, 2004 10:56 am (UTC)
Re: Go on dust your shoulders off! - my roomate loves that song
I think that my brother said that my mom has been drunk TWICE in her life. I just would like them to have a little bit of perspective, is all, but they freak out about everything. They HATE the tongue piercing, hate hate hate hate. They bring it up all the time, they ask me when I'm going to take that awful thing out, etc etc. It's so frustrating. Who cares?? Why do you care?? You can barely see it! It's been over five freaking years, GET OVER IT! I think they would both have heart attacks if I ever got a tattoo.

My dad is always going on and on about how much he loves me, and how proud of me he is, and what a wonderful, intelligent woman I've become. Well, then, don't be an asshole to me when I make decisions about MY body that you don't happen to like. And people wonder why I don't want my parents to know I smoke weed.

Hey, the version of that Jay-Z song that I'm now listening to is from DJ Dangermouse's The Gray Album. Have you heard of this? You should definitely check it out. You can still find it here.
Feb. 27th, 2004 12:09 pm (UTC)
rock on with your birtday self.
Feb. 27th, 2004 06:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Go on dust your shoulders off! - my roomate loves that song
The Grey Album is some good chit. I can't believe EMI is being such a dick about it. They could have promoted it and made a slice of cash off it themselves and everybody would be happy. Ugh.

In other news, happy belated berfday also!
Feb. 27th, 2004 10:26 pm (UTC)
Whole-weekend birthdays are totally the way to go. This past year mine ran from Thursday to Monday, I think.
Feb. 27th, 2004 11:55 pm (UTC)
508 missed you Friday.
Feb. 28th, 2004 12:20 am (UTC)
yeah, it's been a pimps up midgets down ky-na night!
Feb. 28th, 2004 09:10 am (UTC)
Well no one told me there were MIDGETS involved! I would have been there in a minute!

Seriously though, that you took time from a party to go on the internet and ask after me is very sweet.
Feb. 28th, 2004 09:08 am (UTC)
Aw, man, thanks, you guys! Mitch said everybody was drunk and crazy already, I didn't think I'd be missed at all! You're so sweet.
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