oh so...you know!

Tomorrow is my birthday. I have had writer's block all month.
And in fact...I am sure great, interesting, and fun things have happened...so let's try a recap.

New Year's Eve

• 4 people
• 1 bottle of vodka
• "I want to juggle your balls in my mouth!" screamed from the cab windows to passers-by
• Search line to get in
• Choads and toads of all sorts milling around
• Missy's striptease dance outside Uno's
• $5 Coors light tall cans
• Astounding lines for the port-a-potties
• Fog. In Phoenix. At 7am January 1, 2005.

Missy's Birthday (1.11.05)

• Turning 24
• Dirty Verde
• Sleepy Missy
• Everyone else parties until 4am or so.

In unrealted social news. I have found the love of my life. There is just one difference we need to surpass. He is wonderful in every way. Dresses well, has a nice house, mostly vegetarian, kindest person I have ever met, and downright gorgeous. If you have guessed the problem already...10 points! And he gave me Tiffany's for my birthday. (Don't tell anyone it was a regift! shhhhh) I will treasure it always. Okay. So you know who you are, and a bet other people know who you are too. And I know you realize that all this is typed to stroke your precious ego. I adore you and I do wish you were my gay boyfriend! *sigh*

In unrelated musical news. I am listening to Social Distortion.

And now, for the most exciting part of this post! MY BIRTHDAY!

January 18. (It's tomorrow. I know.)

This package came in the mail from my parents. It arrived on Wednesday of last week. It stated explicitly on the box..."Do not open until January 18, 2005." This kills me. It is like one of those "Do not touch" signs that just makes you touch whatever it is that is not supposed to be touched...just to see what happens. And the same fate was going to befall this present..."Wait until my birthday," I scoffed to myself. "Haha I laugh in the face of your sharpie commands!" And then something happened to distract me. And then something else apparently removed me from my apartment. And when I returned. A pile of laundry was where the package once was. Aside: In fact, the laundry (which was mine) was just covering the package. And being that I have the memory of a goldfish, the package was long forgotten. Today, it has been a week since said pile of laundry covered the package. And today, that same pile of laundry remains covering the package. But, I know it is there now, since I unearthed it trying to remove a jacket from the tangle of clothes. It is on my mind obsessively. If the above paragraph didnt' give you that idea, just know that I am thinking about that package right now. And now. And...yup still thinking about it. I keep thinking that since a certain someone known as my roommate ditched me for another certain someone known as her ex-boyfriend, that I should just open it now out of sympathy for myself. But, then, I do not pity party. We'll see if I make it to midnight. If anyone wants to come down and take me to the bar...alcohol killed the curiosity. Or whatever it is that they say.

And tomorrow. It's Tattoosday! Hooray for xanax and painkillers because 2 hours of sitting is torture for me. Many props to Brandyn for being up for 5 hours...you are a super trooper! Thanks for all the fun. XOXO.