It's my stupid birthday.
Tongue kiss to whomever can name ONE song that mentions being 24. Full-blown makeout session if it's as cool as "For Only" by Bikini Kill.
My left eyelid has been twitching something awful the past few days and I'm guessing it has to do with the birthday and the fact that I'm a complete and utter failure. Or maybe it's from inhaling all those fumes while soldering. Either way, I'm twenty-fucking-four and have done shit in regards to Living.
Look at me...bitching, bitching, bitching. Not bitchin'. There's something wrong here.
ANYWAY, I have the day off and I plan on making jewelry and posting it on my shop before I go to my parent's house for lasagne and chocolate marshmallow ice cream. I got a whole shitload of old costume jewelry to alter and fuck up and make even more fabulous AND I have several new designs that branch out from that whole boring, um, stuff on strings thing I've been doing lately. Hopefully, this will make me happy until I'm fed deliciousness at my parent's.
I also have to write a story for a contest.
Busy, busy, busy. I'm all about the three words today.
Should I say "rabbit, rabbit" (or "rabbit, rabbit, rabbit") at the offical beginning of my twenty-fourth year? I think I should.
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And really bad eggs - 01.13.06
I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06