Oh Happy Day
Happy Birthday to me! I rang in turning 23 by sobbing/weeping to The Notebook. Thank you, Netflix, for bringing sappy love movies right to my door.
J.J.'s mom gave me pretty earrings I'm wearing this very moment. Moms are the bestest.
It was a good day to be in Pittsburgh, which is something you won't hear me say very often in the winter. Pitt and the Steelers won, and I drank Swedish coffee in IKEA. Maybe you can enjoy that last one in a select few other cities but whatever. It's my day of birth, I can say what I want, right?
Just to keep with the theme, my favorite series, The Best American Series (they publish annual collections of the best American essays, travel writing, magazine writing, etc.), is 50% off at Barnes and Noble. Stock up.
posted by Maria | 2:10 PM
2 Comments:
so i suck. i did not call you to wish you a happy bday on sunday. what with the steelers tearing up the city and all i barely remembered my own name. okay, that's just not true. really, i just suck. so happy 23rd b-day...two days late. live it up because being 24 sucks. alright, no it doesn't, but its fun to say it does. i'm done rambling now.
i'll jump on the bandwagon. who the hell am i? who am i to sit here in the balmy atlanta weather on my day off and not even pick up my telefono and call to say what i should have said. what a poophead.
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