birthday backwash

As I made clear in Sunday's post, yesterday was my 24th birthday. I'm sure it goes without saying that I was excited for the annual event (kind of like a good sale). However the turned out to be less than exciting--it gave me some of the worst anxiety ever. I will say this while, I continued to describe my celebration day as "the worst day ever," that isn't true. I hit a major bump which really put a damper on my day. I think I will remember my 24th birthday as one of the most "emotional days of my life." I cried alllllll day. It's not fair for me to call it "the worst" because so many people did such nice thing for me. Let's reflect on it:

*large bouquet of sunflowers from Wendy Lohan & Jen (coworkers/friends)
*adorable and sweet card from "Blaura," David & Oscar
*ice cream party at work, complete with a very "Glamour Girl" b-day card
*email from Amanda aka Ray Wonder & W
*cupcake and sweet card from Kate (my current housemate)
*birthday story from Mommy (she tells it every year)
*calls from Aunt Lisa, Aunt Becky, Nanny (grandmother), Joseph (my brother), my Dad, Paul Batista, Christina, Melissa, Yuki, Vanessa, Chris
*and I saw Mickey Avalon on Friday with Shena

So amisdt what seemed like complete mayhem, I was still treated like a true queen (not a bitchy homo queen or a drag queen, but a queen with a crown and servants)! I actually believe that the day's trouble somehow managed to make everything stand out so much more. And that's good. Welcome 24 with new wisedom and a greater appreciation for the little things (they really do go far). I think yesterday's treats also helped me to realize how many good people I have in my life...and I must be honest, I often forget.

p.s. I have a dinner date tomorrow and I will be back in full regalia to report on that. I'm going out with le banker (you should know about him).

tomorrow tomorrow, i'll love you tomorrow

I didn't blog once the entire month of march. Oh well.

Tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY!!!! Wish me lots and lots of love (and presents)...

happy burfday, chuntress (belated)

happy birthday chuntress...you hot slut







I'm such a bad parent. If my blog were my child it would probably be suffering from third degree burns, hungry, crying, and preparing for a life of therapy (that insurance will not cover). So bring on the beta-blockers for my blog, because it's parent is a day late on wishing it's sexy lil' ass a happy birthday!!!! Who's bringing me cupcakes?


*This is worse than that stupid bear who wanted to tell the moon happy birthday...you can't give the moon a hat, loser. The same way that I can't give me blog a birthday party--I'm always looking for a reason to party...