just skip for your own good

[floatingleaf]

I am officially thirty-five. And I really want to thank everyone here at LJ for their kind birthday wishes, since you were the only people who actually remembered. Funny, isn't it? I don't think that ever happened before... but this time actually nobody called to say happy birthday. Not even my parents, which is kind of disturbing. Not to mention the fact that I spent the evening alone, drinking to my computer screen. Now, I never drink alone. I never drink at all, in fact - or at least haven't for many months (unless you count a glass of wine with dinner). So maybe that's why these two glasses of vodka+cola put me in a weird mood. Anyway. Never mind. I'm fine. Going to bed now. Not gonna cry or do anything stupid. I'm a big girl. And yes, I know this is pathetic, but it's my fucking journal and I can be as pathetic as I want to be. It's my fault, really. I only care about people who are at least a thousand miles away, so it's only right nobody living closer than that should care about me. I get what I deserve. And if my computer ever crashes again, I'm just going to disappear, because it provides my only meaningful connection with the outside world. Ha. Here I go. Moment of truth. How liberating. And I thought I was such a happy reclusive hermaphrodite. In vino veritas. Or, more truthfully, in vodka. *snort* But see, I am still anal about not making typos. I wonder how much I would have to drink before I stopped caring. About typos, I mean. Might try that out some day. Maybe on my next birthday - if I'm still single, fat and unemployed. And yes, that was supposed to be funny. I do have a sense of humor. And I will probably delete this post after I've had some sleep... but now I am going to be childish and post it. Please do not take it more seriously than it deserves...

Comments

[floatingleaf.livejournal.com]

It seems I have made a big ado about nothing. It was a typical family misunderstanding. My parents thought I would come see them yesterday, because that's what my sister told them some time ago... but then my sister never consulted that with me, and since I usually go visit them on Sundays, it didn't occur to me to do otherwise (while they were waiting and thinking they would wish me happy birthday in person, instead of on the phone). In addition, my sister, who means well, but is the most disorganized person I know, got confused about the dates and thought that my birthday was really on the 8th for some reason - so she didn't realize it would matter much whether anyone calls me on the 4th, obviously. Anyway, we got it all straightened out now and I am going there later for dinner...;)

And of course, when we see each other, we must party as much as we can.;P Who says that people born in March can't have a birthday dinner in November if they so choose? Hell, we may even celebrate Viggo's birthday behind his back for all I care.:D As long as we're having a blast together.:)

*loves you very much*

[romi.livejournal.com]

I am glad to see it all ended well. That seems to be something exactly like it happens in my family too. And now you are going to see them. Make sure you get a lot of hugs, hugs make you feel really good!