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it turns out that turning 29 has been very uneventful.
well, that's not fair, my family fucking represented! my dad called, of course. my aunt emailed. both my mom and uncle sang extended version of "happy birthday" to me. Darryl did a more tradional one, while my mom work out a scat remix. Zaina called. Aasim left a message on MySpace, as did my nephews. Atief, oh Atief, Niefy bought me a fucking iPod. 30 fucking gigs of whatever my heart desires. this shit's gonna come in real handy in Europe, because --lawd-a mercy--my father can talk. excellent. i just got it today. that's what's up. so, the fam was solid.
my friends, however, were a little less than forthcoming with the birthday wishes. i still haven't talked to Massandje. i didn't end up going to NYC or doing much of anything, really, because no one could make plans because she never called me back. i know she's working a lot and everything, but damn. so, my plans were thwarted on account of that. Denise didn't call. i did talk to her a few days before...and truth be told, i'm not to hurt. after my little trip home, i'm still a bit burnt out on her. i think the biggest disappointment was another friend of mine. i realize he's intentionally M.I.A., but it just really sucked. i miss him and, understandable, don't talk to him as much as i used to and i was hoping he'd peek his head for just a second for me. such was not the case. i can't say that i'm surprised, but i am sad.
enough about the blughs, though. i did have a number of friendly good looks. Cathy called and left the cutest message with her gang of kids saying hi. it was kinda long, because the 2 yr olds needed a little coaxing. Sarah-phim emailed. Siri called. Marco, of course, came through and is even working out a party for me next week. hell, even Ryan called, and he got my birthday from MySpace. the one person that made it all the more fun: Cuz. that's why Erica's my cuz. she convinced me to come down to the Elm and hang out with her. i did. it was a good look. it was really nice to have some concentrated time with her, too. i went down Sat. night and we went to this cute little place called Chow and had dinner, had a couple of glasses of wine, and listened to live music. then, we walked around for awhile and clucked on people at the "i'm so drunk" bars. sometime around 11pm, we made a fat-girl run to Walgreens for some ice cream and hung out watching movies and acting a fool. the next morning we went to brunch and shopped a bit.
it was really nice. i haven't hung out with Cuz like that in forever. so, it wasn't that my birthday was a bust. aside from not being true, it would be disprespectful to the love Cuz showed me. it just wasn't my crew and the drunken clubbing in NYC i've grown acustomed to. then again, a little change of pace never hurt nobody.
i am, however, cashing in for next year. when i turn 30, the whole world better represent.
well, that's not fair, my family fucking represented! my dad called, of course. my aunt emailed. both my mom and uncle sang extended version of "happy birthday" to me. Darryl did a more tradional one, while my mom work out a scat remix. Zaina called. Aasim left a message on MySpace, as did my nephews. Atief, oh Atief, Niefy bought me a fucking iPod. 30 fucking gigs of whatever my heart desires. this shit's gonna come in real handy in Europe, because --lawd-a mercy--my father can talk. excellent. i just got it today. that's what's up. so, the fam was solid.
my friends, however, were a little less than forthcoming with the birthday wishes. i still haven't talked to Massandje. i didn't end up going to NYC or doing much of anything, really, because no one could make plans because she never called me back. i know she's working a lot and everything, but damn. so, my plans were thwarted on account of that. Denise didn't call. i did talk to her a few days before...and truth be told, i'm not to hurt. after my little trip home, i'm still a bit burnt out on her. i think the biggest disappointment was another friend of mine. i realize he's intentionally M.I.A., but it just really sucked. i miss him and, understandable, don't talk to him as much as i used to and i was hoping he'd peek his head for just a second for me. such was not the case. i can't say that i'm surprised, but i am sad.
enough about the blughs, though. i did have a number of friendly good looks. Cathy called and left the cutest message with her gang of kids saying hi. it was kinda long, because the 2 yr olds needed a little coaxing. Sarah-phim emailed. Siri called. Marco, of course, came through and is even working out a party for me next week. hell, even Ryan called, and he got my birthday from MySpace. the one person that made it all the more fun: Cuz. that's why Erica's my cuz. she convinced me to come down to the Elm and hang out with her. i did. it was a good look. it was really nice to have some concentrated time with her, too. i went down Sat. night and we went to this cute little place called Chow and had dinner, had a couple of glasses of wine, and listened to live music. then, we walked around for awhile and clucked on people at the "i'm so drunk" bars. sometime around 11pm, we made a fat-girl run to Walgreens for some ice cream and hung out watching movies and acting a fool. the next morning we went to brunch and shopped a bit.
it was really nice. i haven't hung out with Cuz like that in forever. so, it wasn't that my birthday was a bust. aside from not being true, it would be disprespectful to the love Cuz showed me. it just wasn't my crew and the drunken clubbing in NYC i've grown acustomed to. then again, a little change of pace never hurt nobody.
i am, however, cashing in for next year. when i turn 30, the whole world better represent.
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