Birthday Post
January 15, 2010
“Go Shawty, its your birthday. We gonna party like its your birthday. We gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday. That’s right cuz we dont give a F* cuz its your birthday.” – 50 cent
Actually, I don’t really feel like partying. Or sipping Bacardi. Or really doing anything in particular. Just reflecting about where I’ve been and where I am and where I’m going. Is that weird?
When I woke up, it felt like a weird Christmas. Like a Christmas with no tree or gifts. Even tho my father wakes me up singing an off tune Frank Sinatra rendition of Happy Birthday before he goes off to work and my mom knocks down the door singing in her fancy fancy voice bearing card and gifts, when compared to my younger birthdays it doesnt….compare. They were different. I guess because I’m different. I’ve grown and matured. I remember 8 specifically, getting dolls and books and money and a little mermaid handheld video game, and jewelry and a birthday party. and CAKE. And in Highschool, the Balloons…oh the balloons. College; the alcohol and dancing out at the club/bar.
Bu since 25, I’ve just been reflecting and eating. lol This year, I went to Pancake House which was really all I wanted. Then I went to a line dancing class with my mom and Jamila then got a leg/Brazilian wax (which was AMAZING) and talked on my video AIM with my love until I fell asleep. Perfect birthday. It really was. And I didn’t need any balloons.
but a cake would be nice…
