Happy Birthday To Me
Yes, I'm older, but I actually feel younger. Or just maybe not old. Went to the Ani concert last night and as always, she rocked. And as always, she performed a song that I hadn't previously heard but I loved and wish I could hear again. I didn't know she was preggers, but last night she said she was having a girl. I have a feeling that she will be a mighty independent little baby. Just a hunch. Kid A went with me, and we had a decent enough time. I'm glad poodlehead is finally leaving for good, but I'm concerned that he will just replace her with some other annoying chick he met in a bar when he could replace her with me. Idiot. Why are guys so fucking stupid?
Anyway, all in all it was a good birthday, and in light of the last year and my last birthday, I enjoyed the whole thing. It was great to have Professor Pariah out of my plans, even though he called to wish me a happy birthday A DAY LATE. Yet another reason guys are fucking stupid: you may sleep with them for two years, and they will claim to care about you and blah blah blah bullshit like that, but they will never remember when your fucking birthday is. Asshole. Oh well, if he hadn't called at all I would not have missed it. I would have preferred it. I still find it amazing that the jackass that lied to me and betrayed me and abandoned me thinks he should still get to talk to me. What a moron. Did I mention he was an asshole?
And while I'm on the subject of idiot men, I found out that my famous ex boyfriend is now crazy. And I don't mean a little weird or quirky. I mean fucking goofy. The word on the street is that he now believes he was born in Boston in 1900 and wears a bunch of Irish charms and talks with a funny accent. Oh, and he believes he is in love with one of my best girlfriends that he dated for about three days about a month after I left town. So, now I get to add him to the list of exes: gay, alcoholic, cheating, and now crazy. I sure know how to pick 'em.
So maybe the best present I got this year is being single. Happy birthday to me. And I may have been a bit toasty, but don't I look cute?
Anyway, all in all it was a good birthday, and in light of the last year and my last birthday, I enjoyed the whole thing. It was great to have Professor Pariah out of my plans, even though he called to wish me a happy birthday A DAY LATE. Yet another reason guys are fucking stupid: you may sleep with them for two years, and they will claim to care about you and blah blah blah bullshit like that, but they will never remember when your fucking birthday is. Asshole. Oh well, if he hadn't called at all I would not have missed it. I would have preferred it. I still find it amazing that the jackass that lied to me and betrayed me and abandoned me thinks he should still get to talk to me. What a moron. Did I mention he was an asshole?
And while I'm on the subject of idiot men, I found out that my famous ex boyfriend is now crazy. And I don't mean a little weird or quirky. I mean fucking goofy. The word on the street is that he now believes he was born in Boston in 1900 and wears a bunch of Irish charms and talks with a funny accent. Oh, and he believes he is in love with one of my best girlfriends that he dated for about three days about a month after I left town. So, now I get to add him to the list of exes: gay, alcoholic, cheating, and now crazy. I sure know how to pick 'em.
So maybe the best present I got this year is being single. Happy birthday to me. And I may have been a bit toasty, but don't I look cute?
posted by Ocean | 11:05 PM
1 Comments:
Yowsa! Of course, you look cute. LOVE the choker necklace.
Didn't I tell you about Ani's pregnancy? You were treated to the revelation of the gender of the baby.
Sorry I missed your call yesterday. I'll call either tonight or Monday night...I'm on my way to Atlanta in about 2 hours for a conference...a 7 hour drive with my manager ahead of me!!!
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