Yay! It is my birthday.
Yeah, I know- all that means is that this day is marked on the calendar to count my 27 finished years of life. Really, I don't feel any different. I've been telling people I'm 27 for weeks.
BUT
This day is special because:
It is an excuse to party! to make merry! to have fun!
So I'll be going out after work to the Comet for Happy Hour, then downtown to the Tin Angel for a show, then back to Glenside to Plush for their Happy Hour... and if I can make it, to the regular Wednesday night Whiskey Tango thing before that bar closes.
Thursday I have classes, then I'll be going to another concert, this time the Old 97's at the Troc. Friday I am working, cleaning, and then babysitting for my niece.
Which leads us to SATURDAY...
Goob's 4th Annual September Birthday Celebration!!!
Lots of people in my Little Apartment, with beer and food and conversation and laughter... It's gonna be a good one. I'll take pictures.
Busy busy busy!
So here's hoping 27 is better than 26. I can't say the last year has been all that great.
But I've quit the DayJob that was dragging me down, I am "over" the destructive relationship that was dragging me down, and I'm working on improving my optimism to avoid the moodiness and depression that's been dragging me down. I'm in school again, I started a new job, and I have plenty of new friends and old friends to keep me feeling loved. Things are just gonna get better and better. Really!
My wish for the next year: Not telling. If I tell you, it won't come true.
Yeah, I know- all that means is that this day is marked on the calendar to count my 27 finished years of life. Really, I don't feel any different. I've been telling people I'm 27 for weeks.
BUT
This day is special because:
It is an excuse to party! to make merry! to have fun!
So I'll be going out after work to the Comet for Happy Hour, then downtown to the Tin Angel for a show, then back to Glenside to Plush for their Happy Hour... and if I can make it, to the regular Wednesday night Whiskey Tango thing before that bar closes.
Thursday I have classes, then I'll be going to another concert, this time the Old 97's at the Troc. Friday I am working, cleaning, and then babysitting for my niece.
Which leads us to SATURDAY...
Goob's 4th Annual September Birthday Celebration!!!
Lots of people in my Little Apartment, with beer and food and conversation and laughter... It's gonna be a good one. I'll take pictures.
Busy busy busy!
So here's hoping 27 is better than 26. I can't say the last year has been all that great.
But I've quit the DayJob that was dragging me down, I am "over" the destructive relationship that was dragging me down, and I'm working on improving my optimism to avoid the moodiness and depression that's been dragging me down. I'm in school again, I started a new job, and I have plenty of new friends and old friends to keep me feeling loved. Things are just gonna get better and better. Really!
My wish for the next year: Not telling. If I tell you, it won't come true.
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Yeah, I'd rather be naked on a mountain top in California than just about anywhere--especially the library faculty meeting I have to go to this morning!
I hope 27 is better than 26 for you. Turning 30 was harder than I expected, but it finally sank in that I have at LEAST 30 more years that I can use to make my life what I want. Yeah, I have regrets about shit I did in my early 20s, but the last 6-8 years have been super.
It's tough to beat back the depression, but it CAN be done.