Yay, I’m seventeen! I feel like I should have more poise by now. I have virtually no poise.
People have been super-fantastic, to my bewilderment and glee. Jason surprised me utterly with Altoids, the sour kind, in Statistics class, despite being in Pittsburgh. I can’t stop eating them — it’s terrible, I can’t feel my tongue any more. Everyone else seems to enjoying them, too (Vickie: “Can I have… five?”). I’ve developed a reputation of communism with my food.
And Eamon sent me a birthday card in Russian, which he doesn’t speak at all, as well as a magnet from the University of Baylor, which I don’t like at all. Thank god for online dictionaries and fundamentalists, and Eamon!
Today, I like everybody! Yes, even you.
Merry Christmas!
I love you my dearest little gerl!
And Happy Birthday!Enjoy everything!
The wold is yours!
Your G.M.,Vera.
*sings*
this is your birthday song
it isn’t very long.
i like that song.
happy birthday dear. 17 and you can still barely drive: what an accomplishment!
spoil yourself today until i see you tomorrow and can do it myself.
xoxox.
p.s. live with me next year and we’ll have an 18th birthday party in our room!
Shewt, i be layte.
now i is bein a saddened tomato who is squashed and splattered allova.
daymn.
concent? oh, zat,
shexcellent!
Happy Birthday! It’s 11:36pm CA time so it still counts. Comrade.unwavering.net is kind of dead at the moment, btw. Anyway, congratulations on your legal ability to watch R-rated movies!
you might like The Killers - Somebody Told Me
and of course, happy bday! i hope you got my email