Lucky gal

It's my birthday. I was a bit depressed about it last night for some reason, so I stopped at Safeway and bought myself some pink frosted sprinkled cookies. I almost bought a hula girl mylar balloon, too, but I thought that would be pushing pathetic. The heaviest thoughts have been drifting through my head, but now that I'm here, writing, they've all hidden from me like munchkins. Come out come out wherever you arrrrrrre! What a perfectish day it's been. Just after midnight, Coalmine called and wished me a happy birthday. So dreamy. . . . I love that guy. No, really, I love that guy. Then at 6:45 a.m.ish, Ona called! My sister called just before work, and then Grandma and Dani called during work. I just arrived at my second job, to be blasted with "happy birthday" by everyone I passed in the halls. Now, at my cubicle, I am surrounded by streamers and balloons (INCLUDING that mylar hula girl!) and palm trees and peaches, because I told them a long time ago that I just wanted to be eating peaches on a beach! What an amazing bunch of folks I have in my life. I didn't remind anyone in any big way, but here they all are, showering me with love. I am such a lucky gal.

Best Place Ever

I've decided to start blogging my ass off here now, because I can't seem to get on myspace anymore (shut up. . . so I'm one of those myspace addicts. . . shut up. . . ). It seems to be infecting every computer with evil, and throwing crazy popups in my face every few seconds. The higher-ups and security people at work even approached me about staying away from myspace until they can upgrade our system in order to fend off their evil html. Whatever that means. So I'm stuck now, among the little people.

The Fourth of July weekend was silly. It could have been more fun if I weren't so burned out. For about a month now I've been floating from house to house and still working two jobs. I've just been moving, but before that I was staying with my buddy and her daughters, then housesitting for a family, then housesitting for some swinging bachelor, then drove out to the coast to stay with my parents for a few days, and now I'm at work. In the midst of all of this, I've actually been DATING a wonderful boy. It will be so lovely to actually sleep in my own bed, and to chill out for a few nights! My god! Now the floor is painted red, which turned out BEAUTIFULLY, and the bedroom is ready for furniture. Good thing, because I'm going to collapse. My trip back to Mendocino was indeed a trip. The improv comedy show was great, and the parade was even more fun. Everyone was all relieved because it was only a "triple-tit" parade, meaning only three protesters in the parade were walking along shirtless, with "breasts not bombs" and "nipples not napalm" written on their backs. The endless political and protest floats were fun, and totally eccentric. One man was dressed as his own interpretation of solar power, painted all orange, with fluffy orange hair shooting out the top of his head, and solar panels, etc. There was a guy covered in tree branches and foliage, and another dressed as "Big Oil," almost like a silent-film villain. Time to just stop and focus and be boring for a while, because I need it. I was almost falling asleep on the drive back, and screeched my tires so loudly before almost smacking into the back of a stopped car. Yikes. Hopefully I will keep my eyes open at work.