I woke up this morning and thought about my upcoming birthday. I have absolutely no plans and I doubt I am going to make any. I thought about the last five birthdays and how I have spent them primarily with Tom and with Anna. And I cried. Where did my life go? I miss them both so much and it feels like neither of them love me at all anymore and it hurts so much.
I will probably spend my birthday hiding in my house with it as dark as I can make it and crying and mourning the fact that the life I thought I was building died. Puppy will go shooting. Apparently the Puppy is more perceptive and caring than I first gave him credit for. Yay Puppy.
If you’d like company on that one, I’ll come make sarcastic comments. And perhaps food. I know some good Indian recipes and I don’t think I’ve yet managed to make them for you.
We can whimper and snivel together. I’ll bring my laptop, and we can find people on the internet to make fun of.
Or we can spend the whole time talking about how old and decrepit we’ve gotten.
I love you so very much. I think company would be great.
I’m not busy that weekend either. I’d love to make you happy!
Sounds good. I’ll plan to see you then (and, y’know, probably before). We can figure out times when you like.
Wait, …. you cook? I dated you for 5 months you never made me nothing…
WAH!
One of the dangers of me being pathologically eclectic is that you only get to see a certain percentage of my talents in a given period of time.
Or to put it the way more than one person has recently: “Wait… you contact-juggle?”
contact?
Contact juggling involves moving one or more balls over your hands (or sometimes arms, neck, etc) so that they keep moving, but you generally never hold them. It’s kind of hard to describe unless you’ve seen Labyrinth, and then it’s that thing they had David Bowie doing with the little crystal balls in Labyrinth.
oh, THAT… know what it is didn’t realize is was in your portfolio of skills, but you have so many! How is a girl supposed to keep up?
I usually don’t expect girls to keep up… But then, they shouldn’t feel cheated when they discover they haven’t seen all my skills demonstrated 🙂
You only wanted him for sex.
Nah he and I did the whole hedoist thing, including food….
I will probably spend my birthday hiding in my house with it as dark as I can make it and crying and mourning the fact that the life I thought I was building died. Puppy will go shooting.
?! Honey? What’s going on? *hugs*
*hug*
I was thinking of offering to come over and cook, but after seeing Noah’s offer, I want to switch that to “come over and eat.”
I am rather certain that you will already be at a party on this date. 🙂
depending on timing…I’m not going to the wedding, if that is what you were thinking.
Y’know – ya’ll could come over to my house and make it a *thing*! I gots a good kitchen and a big house….no hot tub though. 🙂