Birthday Thoughts...
It's my birthday today. Twenty-two years ago, I was born. When I think too hard about my birthday I get teary because I am just so happy.

I have the best life right now. I said I had the best life when I was 21, but I'm ammending that this year. I have a college education. I have a job that pays enough for me to have an apartment, and eat food, and go out for drinks occasionally. I have great family that make me buck-fucking-crazy sometimes, but they're really great.

I have the most awesome boyfriend. He loves me for who I am and he never says to lose weight, or try and look prettier, or any of that shit. He's just really down to earth and matter of fact about life, which is not always my style.... But it does compliment my style most of the time.

I just can't imagine being happier about my life than I am right now. I think back to highschool and how miserable my birthdays were then. I'm not going to get into blame, and who did what. I just had a horrible time. And I think all that anger would eat me alive if I didn't just stop and think, "You know... sometimes people really ARE trying to do what's best, even if it's the worst thing they could do." I still think about it and get upset, but I'm kind of a believer in The Good Samaritan Clause. You know that thing where if you aren't a medical professional, and you try and save someone's live, and end up hurting them worse, you're not liable. I think there's some validity in that for emotional relationships.

Anyway, It's all behind me. I only have great things to look forward to. I can't imagine that being 23 will be better than 22 is, but it always seems to get better. SO THANKS EVERYONE, FOR HELPING ME GET TO 22 AND TO TOTAL HAPPINESS!

Special thanks to Carrie and Jen: for grades 5-12