My birthday is always a hard time for me. I don't know why. Actually, I think it is because it is around Thanksgiving. Try having a birthday party on Thanksgiving weekend. It isn't fun. Honestly, I was trying to get out of having a gno party thing. I figured if I was away at DisneyLand for the gno on the 24 and planned shopping on the 1st that we really wouldn't have to deal with it. The event would just pass. Boy howdy, was I surprised when I showed up a bit late to girls night tonight. All the girls were there waiting for me. There were presents infront of my chair, balloons tied to my chair, and party hats for all. All I could say was... "You guys are losers." Lets just say, I beamed for the rest of the night. My birthday came 10 whole days early. Stefanie bought me a beautiful balloon bouquet, with pastel m&m's as a weight. One of the balloons even said "Happy 21st Birthday"... As if! I don't want to even think about how many years ago that was. Lisa bought me a change purse very simular to one that Andrea has (that I have been coveting for almost a year), some really soft pink socks, a cute little bag with rhinestones on it, AND these paper daisies with metal stems that were produced in the late sixties. They are absolutely adoreable. She also made a pink party hat with a pink feather and a glitter "g" for me to wear for the night. As you can see, I did. Andrea got me this pretty purse with pink handles and mother of pearl flowers on the front. It is long and skinny, very vintage, but I think it's new. It is lovely and even has a little pocket inside so I won't lose my cell phone. I think I need a new outfit to go with it. I'm taking my stash to work with me tomorrow. I will take pictures. I got great gifts. I had a fairly shitty day, and was having a ppp, that is until gno. It is so nice to have friends that love you. And sometimes it just makes your whole little moment when you get such an unexpected surprise. I have such great friends.

I'm sitting here at my desk, listening to Tabitha's cd crying about the rocker. Why the hell am I crying about the rocker? I have absolutely no fricking idea. Damn it.