Keep in mind, I'm the Diary of the Week this week!

It's here! My birthday is here at last!! This does not however, means that it's anything like too late to send me an Electric Postcard, some Virtual Flowers, some Other Virtual Flowers, or a Virtual Present!

Plus new photos on the photo page!

Yep, it's the big three-three for Kymm!

And what happened at work yesterday? Nothing, baby. For the first time in the history of the company, the birthday girl got neither a Carvel ice cream cake or taken out for lunch. And you know what? I find this weird to admit, but I kind of enjoyed it! It's good to have something to resent.

I got cards in the mail from my Mom, Jan and Melody (three cards from Melody!), and I opened my prezzies from my Mom, which were a new pair of Easy Spirit shoes (I wear out two pair a year) which came with socks, and a suitcase on wheels like flight attendants carry which came with a travel alarm clock, and some sort of hair care system for dyed hair that I've really been wanting. And the steaks, of course, and there are two more in the mail that I haven't gotten yet.

And when I went to McDonald's this morning and I got there at twenty to eleven, but there were tons of people ahead of me and almost no sausage biscuits left and they weren't making any more, a girl spotted me way back in the queue, and grabbed the last sausage biscuit and hid it for me!

Happy birthday from McDonald's!

A birthday haiku from Stephen Gaylock:

Wasn't that sweet?

Speaking of poetry, here's a poem I wrote when I was 19. I hadn't read it in probably seven or eight years, but I found it when I was going through some stuff, and oddly enough, I still like it! And because today is my 33rd birthday, I thought it would be appropriate.

For Didi on His 33rd Birthday Desire is the only true emotion Whom do you dream of When you dream? The one who lives behind your eyes Seems lost in your thoughts Watching you Ninety feet in the air My eyes are filled And stretched Like the devil With patent leather hair Your eyes Seem half Your face Signs and bells And thick Thick sound I can barely breathe Running and Running I write with silver Of things to be spoken slowly Did I find you or You find me? Wherever I may find you You are sure to know me As I know you so well There is silver above And I'm still waiting

One year ago today:
My 32nd birthday!
Strangly enough, what with today being my 33rd birthday and all!

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