Todayís date is SO divisible by 3, itís not even funny. A day of 3s, a sky with clouds, Iím feeling pretty good despite the fact that my sleep was restless. I blame that on post-nasal drip now, as I clear my throat every few minutes. Yummy.
Yesterday I had lunch with Johnny , what a joy! It was nice to catch up with the now purple-haired boy. Very hot, I must say, that striking hair. After work I went for a walk with my father through Mission Hills. What a beautiful evening (if you can call it that with the sun still so bright, so tangible with its warmth).
Iím struggling to figure out what the fuck to do for my birthday. Itís beginning to look like a Sunday afternoon picnic/party thing. Iíve half a mind to not bother at all, I mean how selfish of me to force attendance, to juggle schedules just to have my closest friendsí full attention for a few hours? Is it obnoxious to plan your own birthday? Is it tacky? I never thought so, and I think Iíve thrown some pretty good gatherings in the past. All for the greater good, right?
If theyíre having fun, who cares if the reason for the gathering is me? What better way to take credit for a good party than to dub it your birthday party? Ah, fuck it. Iíll figure it out. Expect an email soon with details, and Iíll do my best to avoid the TWO weddings, the TWO 30th birthdays, and anything else that has the audacity to be scheduled the weekend after MY day.
Yes, Sunday afternoon looks fantastic! Iíll put it in the works immediately. Stay tuned. Back on a not-so-selfish front, Iím looking forward to this weekend, to having Bobo and Sweet Pea over for a ridiculously Vegan dinner. And everyone will eat, drink and be merry and all because of ME! Oh, heh heh. I mean all because M.s. is cooking and this is not about me and I can deal with that, though I will ďpretendĒ itís all about me, which for some sick and twisted reason will make it so much more enjoyable.
Hey, I never said I was perfect. However, I DO expect to be treated as though I am. Capiche?