the sky is falling
well, though none of you care to wish me a happy birthday during my birthday time, i shall carry on regardless.
today has been fantastic. and i don't typically say this about my birthdays because, frankly, i don't share it boldly & loudly with others that it's my birthday and blah blah blah like i did in ode to Special K this year and found the black cocks. so maybe she is really on to something. god, i hate to admit she may have a point. fuck. whatever. don't need to mull that over too long.
today, i have received gifts galore. $30 in starbucksfuckers cards from three different people, two really quirky postcards with equally quirky bad poems on them, a cake that tastes like sticks of butter (mmm...good), a dozen roses! that was a shocker, and i thank you-know-who for the bouquet. really. i'm not a girl who's always getting flowers, and definitely not the type to whine for them, either. so to get them is weird and nice and...well, makes me feel pretty damn good. thank you, sweetie. i have received emails from near and afar friends, loves, and likes, wishing me a wonderful birthday. it's all about me, Me, ME. i like the attention, but am glad it's only one day of my life because this kind of attention embarrasses me after a bit.
tonight, we're gonna party like i'm 29. wow. that was sharp. classy even. in attendance for tonight's karaoke soiree will be none other than nancypants, her new boyfriend (who she's been dating for about a month and still hasn't slept with...must be serious), para (escorting me in her new snazzy car), hiker friend-boy (sporting his new canadian-grown beard), joaquin (with his life partner jonath), swinger married couple (no, i'm not kidding) amelia & mark, possibly hot toddy (with his hot pants...off), Jeckle (sans her beautiful hubby, tim, who'll be caring for the runt), and a couple other ne'er-do-wells. the last time i was coerced into a party in my honor was for my 21st, and that made me terribly uncomfortable even though it was just my college friends. yes, i enjoyed acting in the day, but that doesn't make me a narcissistical, attention-seeking whore. i just liked getting into other characters. when asked to be myself, i shudder. (not really, but i'm being dramatic here - can't you tell??)
ok...now for a few words on how going from age 28 to age 29 has changed me...
uhhh...nothing's coming to mind...um...hmm.
moving on...i'd like to take a moment to thank all the boys from this past year who i've met/chatted with/made out with/liked/kissed/touched/licked/sucked/bit/chewed/spit on/choked on/had sex with/came on/slept next to/made marriage plans with/yelled at/cried to/broke up with/hated/cried about/wished for/regretted/blahblahblah.
we'll begin with
brooklyn boy - you were always kind to me, made me love rolling stones' "starfucker" and you make excellent old-school music tapes; let's not forget i still have a year to turn you back around and get us hitched in my red dress to win my $50 bet with joaquin...you never know what the future holds, right...?
d.c. dylan - you were a lazy lay, but i thoroughly enjoyed the makeout on the back porch, especially when you pulled my bra down and took a lick while i gazed off into the trees above us
todd - not hot toddy, but todd-on-a-bike; you are awesome and a total character; thanks for trying to start a barfight with my theatre friends - that was pure entertainment; in fact, that's what convinced me to drag you back to my place for sex
jackass - thank you for showing me that i deserve respect and don't have to settle for jackasses anymore; thank you, thank you, thank you
the boy - two nights were especially blessed with your presence & you know i heart you bad even still; and i know that things are best as they are; in fact, the longing makes it sweeter, really
timtimmery - thanks for coming over on a rainy evening to makeout with me; you left a smile on my face for several days
hiker friend-boy - you've been the most normal guy i've dated in the past year (and, really, i'd probably say it was brooklyn boy, but he lives afar), and you're still totally weird; but you're also very girl-like, emotionally, and sometimes that works well for me (sometimes it doesn't); at least i know you're a good communicator, and that counts for a lot
this year, i'm taking a vow of chastity.
this oath should last approximately ten more hours before i break it.
today has been fantastic. and i don't typically say this about my birthdays because, frankly, i don't share it boldly & loudly with others that it's my birthday and blah blah blah like i did in ode to Special K this year and found the black cocks. so maybe she is really on to something. god, i hate to admit she may have a point. fuck. whatever. don't need to mull that over too long.
today, i have received gifts galore. $30 in starbucksfuckers cards from three different people, two really quirky postcards with equally quirky bad poems on them, a cake that tastes like sticks of butter (mmm...good), a dozen roses! that was a shocker, and i thank you-know-who for the bouquet. really. i'm not a girl who's always getting flowers, and definitely not the type to whine for them, either. so to get them is weird and nice and...well, makes me feel pretty damn good. thank you, sweetie. i have received emails from near and afar friends, loves, and likes, wishing me a wonderful birthday. it's all about me, Me, ME. i like the attention, but am glad it's only one day of my life because this kind of attention embarrasses me after a bit.
tonight, we're gonna party like i'm 29. wow. that was sharp. classy even. in attendance for tonight's karaoke soiree will be none other than nancypants, her new boyfriend (who she's been dating for about a month and still hasn't slept with...must be serious), para (escorting me in her new snazzy car), hiker friend-boy (sporting his new canadian-grown beard), joaquin (with his life partner jonath), swinger married couple (no, i'm not kidding) amelia & mark, possibly hot toddy (with his hot pants...off), Jeckle (sans her beautiful hubby, tim, who'll be caring for the runt), and a couple other ne'er-do-wells. the last time i was coerced into a party in my honor was for my 21st, and that made me terribly uncomfortable even though it was just my college friends. yes, i enjoyed acting in the day, but that doesn't make me a narcissistical, attention-seeking whore. i just liked getting into other characters. when asked to be myself, i shudder. (not really, but i'm being dramatic here - can't you tell??)
ok...now for a few words on how going from age 28 to age 29 has changed me...
uhhh...nothing's coming to mind...um...hmm.
moving on...i'd like to take a moment to thank all the boys from this past year who i've met/chatted with/made out with/liked/kissed/touched/licked/sucked/bit/chewed/spit on/choked on/had sex with/came on/slept next to/made marriage plans with/yelled at/cried to/broke up with/hated/cried about/wished for/regretted/blahblahblah.
we'll begin with
brooklyn boy - you were always kind to me, made me love rolling stones' "starfucker" and you make excellent old-school music tapes; let's not forget i still have a year to turn you back around and get us hitched in my red dress to win my $50 bet with joaquin...you never know what the future holds, right...?
d.c. dylan - you were a lazy lay, but i thoroughly enjoyed the makeout on the back porch, especially when you pulled my bra down and took a lick while i gazed off into the trees above us
todd - not hot toddy, but todd-on-a-bike; you are awesome and a total character; thanks for trying to start a barfight with my theatre friends - that was pure entertainment; in fact, that's what convinced me to drag you back to my place for sex
jackass - thank you for showing me that i deserve respect and don't have to settle for jackasses anymore; thank you, thank you, thank you
the boy - two nights were especially blessed with your presence & you know i heart you bad even still; and i know that things are best as they are; in fact, the longing makes it sweeter, really
timtimmery - thanks for coming over on a rainy evening to makeout with me; you left a smile on my face for several days
hiker friend-boy - you've been the most normal guy i've dated in the past year (and, really, i'd probably say it was brooklyn boy, but he lives afar), and you're still totally weird; but you're also very girl-like, emotionally, and sometimes that works well for me (sometimes it doesn't); at least i know you're a good communicator, and that counts for a lot
this year, i'm taking a vow of chastity.
this oath should last approximately ten more hours before i break it.
posted by ghyter at 12:54 AM
