It's Sunday, so it's time to catch up with each other. The bf nicely responded to my little taunts Thursday evening. I just wish he would stay over night. It's so wonderful to have him next to me in bed. Our bodies curled up together, his arms around me. I love the way he plays with my hair and scratches my back. It just feels so completely natural, the way it should be. It's just absolute bliss thinking about it.
Friday, I spent some time thinking about how I want to celebrate my birthday this year. My birthday is on Friday, November 22 and for the last few years it has felt exactly celebratory. While I'm not expecting cake, ice cream, balloons, and party hats, I do expect something nicer then a perfunctory acknowledgement. I don't think a pleasent celebratory meal at a restaurant of my choice and some flowers is too much to ask for. Unfortunately, that's become a real chore because if I suggest a place, someone automatically objects because they don't like or it's so inconvienent. Well, I'm so sorry that my life is so inconvienent for you or you can't be a good sport. Come on, it's my big day try to accommodate. If that wasn't enough, whatever presents I've gotten have been more like token gestures rather than something a little more meaningful. I mean really a $25 Amazon gift card or a check for a measly $36?! That's something you give the bar mitzvah boy of an acquaintance! not your own sister, aunt, or daughter. I get times are tough and people have more important priorities. In this case, nothing is better than something that's kind of insulting. I'd rather we go out for a nice celebratory meal than some meaningless token. I'm not trying to sound like an ingrate, this is how I feel. The problem is that the "family" is so selfish, callous, and indifferent that they think that extending themselves one f@&$king day of the year is just too f@&$king much. My solution, if they want to plan something, the they can count me out.
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