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Hello dahlings. It is my birthday! I have been alive a quarter century. Duuude.
It has been an awesome birthday. Ryan took me out to breakfast and then we got coffee and hung out and then we went to the bank to deposit a check he conveniently had with him and in the same building as the bank is a massage place where he had set up a surprise massage appointment for me! (Yay for run-on sentences, yo.) He's smooooth. :) It was fabulous, and I feel so much better. Plus, I'm taller and less toxic. :)
Then we came home and hung out, and I got to open presents and have lasagna for dinner and Ryan and Kelly made me cupcakes (chocolate cream cheese cupcakes with totally gratuitous mocha frosting). Kelly made me an awesome lunch bag with ITALIAN ENVIRONMENTALIST PHRASING, and bookmarks so I can stop using random pieces of her clipped out help-wanted ads. :) She also got me green apple beer with a fairy on the label! And Ryan gave me Battlestar Galactica S1, and the best hairbrush ever, and a silver tongue cleaner (okay, that one's weird, but I want weird stuff, what can I say?) I bought myself a little skeleton key necklace from Faerie Smak and it arrived today, too.
25 feels sort of old to me. I was happy and comfortable with 24. It was a good age, and I'm sorry to see it go. But according to Kelly and Ryan's Aunt Jean, turning 25 means I'm out of the hard years now. ;) (What say you, older friends? How's 25?) But yeah, here I am - wearing a skeleton key necklace, fighting a cold, feeling warm and cozy and with newly acquired full range of motion - 25. :)
It has been an awesome birthday. Ryan took me out to breakfast and then we got coffee and hung out and then we went to the bank to deposit a check he conveniently had with him and in the same building as the bank is a massage place where he had set up a surprise massage appointment for me! (Yay for run-on sentences, yo.) He's smooooth. :) It was fabulous, and I feel so much better. Plus, I'm taller and less toxic. :)
Then we came home and hung out, and I got to open presents and have lasagna for dinner and Ryan and Kelly made me cupcakes (chocolate cream cheese cupcakes with totally gratuitous mocha frosting). Kelly made me an awesome lunch bag with ITALIAN ENVIRONMENTALIST PHRASING, and bookmarks so I can stop using random pieces of her clipped out help-wanted ads. :) She also got me green apple beer with a fairy on the label! And Ryan gave me Battlestar Galactica S1, and the best hairbrush ever, and a silver tongue cleaner (okay, that one's weird, but I want weird stuff, what can I say?) I bought myself a little skeleton key necklace from Faerie Smak and it arrived today, too.
25 feels sort of old to me. I was happy and comfortable with 24. It was a good age, and I'm sorry to see it go. But according to Kelly and Ryan's Aunt Jean, turning 25 means I'm out of the hard years now. ;) (What say you, older friends? How's 25?) But yeah, here I am - wearing a skeleton key necklace, fighting a cold, feeling warm and cozy and with newly acquired full range of motion - 25. :)
