Birthday Accomplished

ok. Come on, Susanne. Last entry on Dec. 11th? This is supposed to be a meager collection of the riveting, the wonderful, the interesting aspects of my sometimes very mundane life. And to think, that things of interest to in fact happen to me?

Such as:
Day 1: Unknowingly being recognized at Undie-Run (in my underwear of course) by the Captain of the UCPD, and having him tell Justin, "hey, I saw your girlfriend at Undie-Run tonight!"
Day 2: Sitting at the desk in my uniform at the police station, and having the Captain walk by saying, "You look different tonight," and giving me that smile and wink that only a man which you know to be incredibly nice, and at which you have fired simunition rounds while pretending to be a terrorist, could be a loud to give.

Also, a lot of things in life have been pissing me off, and a lot of things have been wonderful.

Needless-to-say, I turned 22 tonight. My pact to not eat ice cream over the course of the last 1.5 months was broken promptly at 1230am this morning with a spoon of häagen-dazs pineapple-coconut. Delicious. And again this afternoon with a spoon of Cherry Garcia. Life is grand. Eat well.

Birthday greetings occurred in the following order:
1.) Lety
2.) Bobby
3.) Bryan
4.) Indi
5.) Vicky
6.) Dianne
7.) Kylie
8.) Yuen
9.) Peter
10.) Eric (coffee and swift abandonment)
11.) Jon
12.) John

considering I haven't seen a couple of those people in years and that one KEY person is missing on the list... ahem....

I figure, what the hell?, let's become a lesbian.

People's sexuality can be on any part of a broad spectrum ranging from flaming homosexual to flame-throwing homophob. I'll just push my arrow more to the left.

Anyways, 22. That's old. Eric called me old today, but that's ok, because he's young. I'm automatically considered old to any person who is over a year younger that me. And since he beat me at scrabble, and bought me coffee and a cinnamon bun, he can say whatever the hell he wants.

And my mom just called me old. That's ok. She's older. Like old older.

Tomorrow, I'm gleefully meeting up with Bobby for tacos or mexican food of a similar nature. Considering all Mexican food can be pretty much summed up by the description of "tortilla and stuff" I'm excited.

Ok. Tea-time. It's my birthday, and I'm excited that I don't really care. That all I want to do is relax, eat what I want, drink what I want, and have coffee with a friend. Success. Well, except for that one phone-call I'm awaited. I haven't bought him a Christmas present yet, so I'll determine what I' get him based up how soon (if at all) he calls, and if he's sober. Last year it was 9:30pm (11:30pm his time) and drunk as shit, and I talked mostly to his friends. What did I get him last year? Shit. Hell if I remember. I'll give an update on what his possible gift may be later tonight. ;-)