sing me happy birthday

it's my birfday in 4 days. my 21st birfday.

i don't think i can bring myself to get out to a bar. i can't even make myself get dressed up to go out.

it's too depressing, since it's the day after christmas and all. i don't want to be sitting at the bar and buying drinks for all the sad souls without family or friends or better places to go who are just hanging out at a bar on the 26th. and i certainly don't want to be one of those people.

so give me a call. write me an email. or better yet, send me a letter and hide a gift inside for me.

wish me a happy birthday, won't you? (and kwanzaa and boxing day and new year while yr at it...) sing me cheers.

until then, i'm gonna pretend this was a special gift to me from my friend jens (and now my gift to you).

cheers,
stephanie