15 August
So, I was on the phone to my mother yesterday, and I said "You know, Mom, my birthday is in ten days, and I don't see a great big pile of presents in my apartment!"
Of course, I do see a big pile of presents, but they are all from me. For the past month or so, every time I have gotten something from Amazon or cdnow or whatever, I have saved them and am not opening them and have forgotten what they are, and lately I've been getting a bunch of stuff that I have gotten on ebay, and I am saving them, too!
Is it terribly sad and pathetic to give presents to yourself for your birthday? You know, as though you have no friends or parents or anyone who loves you?
Sigh...
And on that note, that very very pathetic note, as pathetic as it can be, I must drag my friendless ass to work.
I woke up at 7.45a, 45 minutes before my alarm, didn't go back to sleep, just lay their kind of dozing and listening to Baldrick's peculiar, breathy purr in my ear, so when the alarm rang, what did I do? Why I hit snooze until 9a, that's what!
So I have just got to get out of here!
Happy birthday, Lucy!
Anyone still want to trade tapes with me? Anyone? Anyone? Remember, if you wrote me before, I don't have your name. Anyone? Anyone?
The forum is back up, so I won't ask a new question, because yesterday's and the day before's questions are all sitting there unanswered!
What's a weird injury that you've gotten?
And we're still talking about dreams that we thought were true upon awakening, weeping at movies, true love, prophetic dreams, thoughtful presents, publicity, irrational fears, swearing, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.
Today's horoscope:
Today, you want to try something new and original, but aren't sure it's safe. You can be creative, just don't let it get out of hand.
One year ago today:
The winnah and still champeen!
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