Oct. 28th, 2003
Reflections
Oct. 28th, 2003 11:21 pmRight.
So today is my birthday. It seems like just yesterday I was 27. There's all this build-up (kinda sorta), and then the day happens.
Instead of celebrating my age, I celebrate that I've survived one more year on the silly little ball of gas, stone, and water. And what a year it's been. Oy vey.
Both of my parents called me, something which did not happen last year. Amazin'.
My little sister (by virtue of friendship) called me to wish me a hippo birdie. Actually, we wished each other. She's 15 minutes younger than I -- a block of foundation on which our 18-year relationship is built. I haven't told her about our father yet.
Her father passed away when she was 5 years old (of cancer), and from the moment we became likethis, my dad has been her dad. Once we have more info about him (bone scan Thursday, cat scan Monday), I'll tell her exactly what's going on.
I realized, chatting with her, how much I miss having a close girlfriend. I have female friends, of course, but they're scattered across the 48 Continental...so it's not quite the same. Don't misunderstand -- I love all my friends -- but you know as well as I, that sometimes, NOTHING can take the place of a warm hug, a soft shoulder, or just the sounds of other laughter mixed with your own.
Those little things that we take for granted when we're all together.
...
...
Whoa. I really went off track there.
It was a quiet day, but to me, those are the best kind.
Jack Bauer is a druggie...I am NOT happy about this. Dude, I had to watch him almost shoot up. O_o
Not Jack. Not my Jack of the Sex. S'just not right.
Palmer messing around with white-doctor-on-staff-lady. I don't care what colour she is, mind you, but it seems more than a bit cliched. And she's probably poisoning him. Douche.
And Jack was obviously on teh horse when he decided that Kim, the princess of pinheads, should work at CTU...
*facepalm*
My tattoo is ink-peeling like mad. Want to pull at it so badly. Must leave it alone. Must.
Must... *smacks hand*
So today is my birthday. It seems like just yesterday I was 27. There's all this build-up (kinda sorta), and then the day happens.
Instead of celebrating my age, I celebrate that I've survived one more year on the silly little ball of gas, stone, and water. And what a year it's been. Oy vey.
Both of my parents called me, something which did not happen last year. Amazin'.
My little sister (by virtue of friendship) called me to wish me a hippo birdie. Actually, we wished each other. She's 15 minutes younger than I -- a block of foundation on which our 18-year relationship is built. I haven't told her about our father yet.
Her father passed away when she was 5 years old (of cancer), and from the moment we became likethis, my dad has been her dad. Once we have more info about him (bone scan Thursday, cat scan Monday), I'll tell her exactly what's going on.
I realized, chatting with her, how much I miss having a close girlfriend. I have female friends, of course, but they're scattered across the 48 Continental...so it's not quite the same. Don't misunderstand -- I love all my friends -- but you know as well as I, that sometimes, NOTHING can take the place of a warm hug, a soft shoulder, or just the sounds of other laughter mixed with your own.
Those little things that we take for granted when we're all together.
...
...
Whoa. I really went off track there.
It was a quiet day, but to me, those are the best kind.
Jack Bauer is a druggie...I am NOT happy about this. Dude, I had to watch him almost shoot up. O_o
Not Jack. Not my Jack of the Sex. S'just not right.
Palmer messing around with white-doctor-on-staff-lady. I don't care what colour she is, mind you, but it seems more than a bit cliched. And she's probably poisoning him. Douche.
And Jack was obviously on teh horse when he decided that Kim, the princess of pinheads, should work at CTU...
*facepalm*
My tattoo is ink-peeling like mad. Want to pull at it so badly. Must leave it alone. Must.
Must... *smacks hand*