HOLY FUCKING SHIT! (A talking muffin? NO!)

It's a girl! I'm loading up my new pink baby iPod with music right now. Happy Birthday to me! Seriously! What kind of brat am I? 4 days until my birthing day and the festivities have already begun.

I'm going to the premiere for Ocean's Eleven tomorrow night in Hollywood with the most beautiful girl in the world. I have to look better than her, bitch.

But I guess the biggest thing is that I leave for NYC on Saturday and I'm about to crap my pants over it. Popping my NYC cherry - complete with all my new SGNY pals to bring in the new year of my life! What could be better?

I like LOTS of phonecalls on my birthday, so fucking prank me or whatever... just show me you remember.


If you're curious, the 10 best things you could ever get me for my Birthday/Christmas are:

1. That damn phonecall
2. World peace
3. A travel book to somewhere I've never been (That rules out Thailand, Ireland, Scotland, The Middle East, Kenya, Tanzania, Italy, Netherlands, Spain, Switzerland) or never thought of going.
4. A mixed CD
5. Hangliding lessons
6. Your favorite book (with a note explaining why I should read it)
7. Or hell, read one of my favorite books (one you haven't read before), then tell me why I'm full of shit and need to be more cultured
8. A vegan double-crust apple pie from Mani's
9. Orchids
10. Advice of things to see in NYC.

Pretty much anything that's not "stuff" - I like to live light and be able to leave at the drop of a hat, if I fancy (you know how they say what you own ends up owning you? Well, not me suckas!) --- And nothing fucking mushy or romantic. I swear to God, I'll barf on you.