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[07 Jun 2008|05:15pm] |
Random thoughts for the day before my birthday, 2008: It is hot out. I feel like I peed myself (it didn't hurt.) because I am so very sweaty in my house with no air conditioner. The party is tomorrow. There are a lot of people coming. I wasnt even aware I knew 50 people, let alone would think to invite them all to my party. Michelle is a good friend and will help me set up in approximately half an hour. my birthday wish from last year didnt come true, but I guess its still got time. Maybe I'll just wish it again. I wasnt really planning on people getting me presents either. I feel bad when people spend their money on me. I should have said "no presents, please." This morning I was taken out to breakfast. It was nice. Laura and I ran around all day purchasing supplies for the party. I think this is going to be okay. I think I'm going to be okay. I have to work tomorrow. I do not want to work tomorrow. Starbucks is a sadistic place. But I did meet some good (and not so good) people there. And I'm thankful for the people that actually show they care. And maybe I won't even cry this year on my birthday. Because, ya know, its my party and I'll cry if I want to, damnit. S'later.
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[07 Jun 2008|10:45pm] |
"I don't understand. I'm not that overweight. I'm not hideous. I'm nice. I'm not THAT annoying. And I put out. What's wrong with me, michelle?!"
Michelle is a trophy friend. She deserves an award.
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