10:05 a.m. - 02/24/03
(:(i'll be *-* better when I'm older.))
I think it's good that I went with my birthdayish-feelings yesterday (rather than postponing them), as I seem a bit down today. My mood has so little care for holidays. And actually, the birthday that's on my mind is my eighteen months, which I missed three days ago. Must ammend that. I think I'm venturing out into the snow-covered city in search of my own birthday pressies today. So maybe I'll find one that's more along the lines of recovery. And look what exists that I didn't even know about. (No, it's not that cool. But, yes, I am a dork, and therefore it's sort of cool that something like this- though unfortunately not done well- exists. And they have no eighteen-month chips! Damn them!...I must make my own party, then.) Here goes:
See? I am smack-dab in the middle* of one and two years. Rock.
And I just realized that in the same week (edaw, no less)- I am both eighteen years and eighteen months. Life is strange and wonderful and weird.
like me.
chord
*I always loved that phrase. Smack-dab in the middle. So much action.
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