i woke up, and i was covered in balloons. they were all around me, on my bed, spilling onto the floor, and in each one my mom had put some little trinket - rings, stamps, miscellaneous tiny crap which i still, to this day, fucking love.
i still sometimes expect to wake up on my birthday surrounded by balloons.
instead, today, i woke up to the lovely sound of my alarm clock, a deadline at work looming overhead.
my boss bought us all chinese food for my birthday, and though i had planned on not eating today, i gave in because really, it's just too hard explaining the "logic" in my perfectly logical "celery or nothing diet". also, i didn't want to be rude - i guess he never does this on people's birthdays. it was really nice. everyone got me cards, and made jokes about how they could be my mother/grandmother/father. so, woohoo, i didn't feel that old. ;)
i also bought myself two new pairs of shoes today. shoes i do not need, but rather, want. they're fucking cute as shit too. and you know how cute shit is.
when i got home i had a bunch of messages from people. todd and my mom in particular left lovely ones of them singing me happy birthday. much like d did last night. it was cute - he called late last night to be the first one to tell me happy birthday. then he tried to sing me a lullaby, but pussed out.
it was all very endearing.
so now, in honour of my ever increasing age, i am going to take a bubble bath, fuck with my hair, do all that girlie shit, and then finish my book.
happy birthday to me.
oh, and to billy idol too.