that's really what this birthday is about. i'm not celebrating my 29th birthday. i'm celebrating the fact that i am not yet 30.
yes, it's my birthday today, which is ironically the same day that paris chose to release her
cd. coincidence? i think not. and it's also the
end of the world. i'm just glad i'll get to play 'stars are blind' over and over before i die.
i chose to celebrate my birthday this year by dressing up in a pink tutu, a black corset, stilettos and a tiara. those that know me know i'm not kidding. i did this because i know that when i turn 30, i have to start wearing sweater sets and pleated khakis. why not spend this last year dressing as a life-size barbie?
and speaking of the girl who has everything... i got some great gifts this year...
- a playboy necklace from fefa & obese allyce (best. gift. ever.)
- a hookah pipe from the watts
- skull jewelry from the gilleys
- a photo tray and jewelry from the wide wu's
- t-shirts from jakey-poo and rupa
- mac makeup from shakespeare (it pays off being friends with a mac makeup artist)
- a mad coin necklace by rachel abrams from the ferreiras
- and lots of other great jewelry, wine and jammys...
so tonight, on my actual birthday, i will make bryan get me taco bell and watch big brother with me. because celebrating my birthday is actually about making my husband suffer. he didn't suffer enough when he took me tiara-shopping this weekend. or when he had to help me fix my tan by wiping me down in bleach (not now folks, sooo not in the mood to discuss that crisis). no, he must suffer more. and by suffer i mean explosive bell diahrrea and alliance discussions.
on that note, i leave you with a laffy taffy joke.
why did the man go to sleep by the oil well?
because he wanted to wake up oily in the morning.