birthday

Sunday, December 21, 2003

It's my birthday, and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to. You would cry to if it happened to you. Okay, so there's nor eason to be crying today (besides that I'm turning 30--igh). That annoying song was just going through my head all day. It's now Sunday morning, the morning of my 30th birthday. Doolies came to NYC with me, and we're staying in my mother's house for the holidays (and my birthday). Did I also mention that today was my birthday? And I have a pile of presents waiting for me?

So far, Doolies's meeting my family has gone well. She's a little sick, which I'm sure is making her a lot more self-conscious than she would normally (or like to) be. But she's doing great with my mother. This should be a good day, barring any unexpected happenings.