Fergalicious.
Well, fuck. I’m 33 now. It’s weird, because when I was younger, I never imagined my life further than, like, 23 or 24, so every year it feels odd to get older.
Thanks to all my myspace peeps for the birthday wishes!!
My birthday was technically yesterday, but we’ve been recognizing it for what seems like forever now. My friends, parents and I went out to dinner last Saturday to celebrate my birthday, along with The Good Girl’s birthday, since hers is at the beginning of October (and frankly, I don’t understand why she wanted to combine the two, but I’m not one of those birthday princesses who insists that it has to be MY day, so it was no big deal). Then, last night, Angela and The Good Girl took me out to dinner for my birthday, and Saturday I’m going out with my parents and my sister for my birthday, since my Mother thought that the YMCA campaign meeting was more important than celebrating the birth of her first-born (no, I’m not a bit bitter) on the actual day. Oh, and next week, we’re celebrating my birthday at work. So, yeah. It’s been on-going.
My super-dreamy boyfriend sent me a beautiful bouquet of orchids and lilies, and my co-worker, Old Andria, came out and said, “Jesus, are we still celebrating your birthday? It feels like it’s been your birthday for three weeks!”
Even the Scientologists knew it was my birthday, because they came to my office and dropped off a DVD for me to watch called “Youth For Human Rights - 30 Rights. 30 Ads.” Apparently, it’s a DVD of PSAs that are going to lure you into the wacko Scientological (did I just make up a word?) way of life. I’m not watching it, because I’m convinced it’s laced with subliminal messages to make me think that Tom Cruise really did penetrate Katie’s lady business to impregnate her, and that John Travolta’s really straight. I am more than a little concerned that there’s a Scientology office just a few feet from my office. It’s called The Life Improvement Center Hubbard Dianetics Foundation. Ick. I feel the cult-y-ness in the air.
Now, in other news, I have a confession to make to all of you lovely people. I have done something I thought I would never do, for which I am not proud.
Please don’t judge me.
I’m not responsible for my actions.
It’s not my fault.
I… I… Oh, fuck it.
I got the Fergie CD.
AND I LIKE IT.
A LOT.
I also got the new Justin Timberlake and Scissor Sisters, and they’re both great. Don’t hate on Justin Timberlake, people.
He’s bringing sexy back!
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Comment by razor-vixen
September 29, 2006 @
Yes, I feel great shame when I admit that I actually like that “London Bridge” song. Not so much shame with liking “Sexyback”….but a little.