So last week I was really letting my head crawl up my ass and getting all dark and twisty. A combination of really starting to miss Mum, the Mothers Day media smackdown, and my impending birthday, which was shaping up to be as awful if not worse than last years birthday, which was spent here and marked down in history as the WORST BIRTHDAY EVER. I was getting to feeling mighty sorry for myself..
I really can't stand myself when I get all BLAH BLAH BLAH
In the interest of getting out, shaking myself up, re-boot, refresh, change direction, decided to blow town for a couple of days for my birthday. It's my last birthday of my 30's, next year I turn 40 (OH MY GOD FOURTY *throws up slightly*) it can't suck. So on my birthday I'm getting on a train in the morning and heading to New York. I'm gonna visit Camille, maybe see Jayson, eat some good food, buy myself what i anticipate will be an extremely overpriced martini (maybe 2!) day after I'll be heading to Coney Island, which I've always wanted to see...dunno what else I'll get up to but I plan on taking lots of pictures.
Weekend after I get back is a car show at Ralph's in Worcester, pretty psyched for that too.
so yeah that's where I'm at.
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