27...plus a day or two

It would seem I've accomplished nothing really important this past year. Last year at this time, birthday-ish, I said I needed a couch and a toaster and to fold my laundry. I still need all of that.

Isn't that ridiculous? But things HAVE actually happened to me.

I did finally get the degree in my hands from the grad school that I finished eons ago. Incredibly anti-climactic.

No longer have a roommate. These bills are kicking my ass.

Got a grown-up job much more easily than I believe you're supposed to be able to get one. Makes my ass clatter at least four times a week so much that I wish hillbillies would just fall off the planet.

Fell in love a few times. You know how that shit always manages to end up.

Was incredibly domestic by way of cooking up a meal for some man or other and watching him eat my cooking. No one died or got the runs, that I'm aware of.

Waited, waited, waited. And still haven't given that up. No change in the near future either, looks like.

Met some new people--always fun. Outgrew some old ones--never quite as easily done, that.

Discovered the best pedicure spot in town. I swear by Michelle's ability to cure cramps, heartache, boredom, water-weight gain, baldness, hammer toe (not on me, I saw her work on some cave woman's feet), etc., etc. Email me for her number, address, and whatnot. Sitting in her chair will make your entire week.

Had Thanksgiving and Christmas away from my family. Oh so refreshing!

Baby sat two little Indian girls all summer and learned all manner of phrases and food stuffs a la Hindi.

Linked back up with hundreds of old friends (actually 4) from high school who I never thought that I'd ever talk to/be with again. Words can't even describe.

Record low concert-wise. Can only remember one which is really sad.

My sight deteriorated at a significantly faster rate in the past year than in any other year before this one. Got that checked out. Still sexy as ever.

Freaked out an awful lot about turning 27 beginning almost immediately after I had turned 26. All that "it's the age where you have to decide" business. But it is a FACT that feminine biology begins working in a way that counters logic the closer you get to 27. It was my body turning against my mind, my intellect. Shit was real. No joke. Only now that there was no implosion at midnight on 2/18 am I starting to calm down.

I do know that what I've had is no longer enough. Everything good to you isn't good for you.

All that good for you can make you forget who you are. Roses still being roses and all. Actually a pretty powerful sentiment.

And have been told that I talk too much, am too outspoken, think I know everything, over-analyze and the like by all kinds of people. Never women. So that's the same, too.

My reluctant acquiescence on being a modern renewed. Seems I might be a character in a book. Can't wait for that to turn out.

Good to have some things carry over. Over and over more.

Wish you could've had some cake. The middle layer of icing was just...sinful. Thanks, GHP.