The Day After..turning 23

from the original "love letters" blog:

so yeah. the day after.
the day after...

-turning 23. a heavy number. lots of signifigance. i'm sure.
-getting so drunk that when i finally made it to the bar, i was only allowed to drink sprite.
-locking all our friends out of the house, getting dressed up, and booty dancing alone with tanya to outkast for 45 minutes in the living room, while everyone partied next door. the highlight of the evening.
-having an emotional breakdown, which forced tanya to spend over an hour watching me cry hysterically.
-walking in on rick and kristen's mutual emotional breakdown, which just reset my breakdown, but luckily for all, mine was louder, so they ditched their arguing to comfort me with a big group hug and pillow fight punching battle.
-no sex.
-a promised pancake breakfast that i ended up sleeping through (will, you rock)
- multiple awesome songs left on my awnsering machine from awesome friends (picture blake singing along to the little mermaid soundtrack and a strange happy birthday composition from will, ryann and jonah)
-unexpected visits from albin (from the bay area) and david (recently exiled to wyoming)and a surprise call from my old friend kim.
-a coconut birthday cake, 2 bottles of strawberry pink champagne, and a huge package of those exploding confetti deals from my mama.
-many varied realizations, some of which are
- my friends are awesome, imperfect, and for some reason,
insist on loving me till their amazing hearts burst
- i miss everyone so much, even thou i am a total recluse.
- i am making some bad life choices
- yet not everything is hopeless
- my mom knows me way better than i ever could imagine
- crying in bars is just as depressing as it is in the
movies.
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today, i slept, watched bad movies, drank too much soda, and spent quality time with dan doing our nails as we watched pirates of the caribeen. then my uterus decided to dance its little dance of pain and nausea over my already racked with aches body. yippee. another "get-out-of-baby-free" card! i love my version of monopoly.

ah. the day after.
happy new years. and happy fucking birthday, 2004.