Sheesh, I'm tired. And I've already broken my resolution, this time with one of those damn "Get to know your friends better!!" quizzes. Those are the worst, because your friends already fucking know the answers, they don't care how very witty you are in your phrasing, and the things take about an hour out of your life.
I am tired in a good way, though. I spent a nice, warm, cushy birthday night in a motel room, and got sucked into crappy television until way too late at night. Ahh, bliss. My sleeves are the last things left on my hoody, but I've just barely started them. I was hoping to finish it today as a gift to myself, but now, I don't have to, as Rachael made me a cardi that matches Christy's Harry Rogers! (Not the colors, just the style) (not that gold and red stripes aren't enchanting, but the tones of green she gave me are much more my style).
I think I shall head out to find a Denny's, hang my Rosie the Riveter air freshener, and listen to my new Tori CD. Okay, birthdays may be unexciting, but getting fun shit is always nice. We should just do that all the time. Much love to my sisters!