Hullo, I say, from under the blanket of extreme muzziness I find myself wrapped in today.
Yesterday was my birthday and it totally ruled and I threw a dinner party at my mom's house and everyone liked the cake and my sister even ate a stuffed mushroom or five, and when Josh and Brigid and Mike and Danica and I went out afterwards, a fucking hot girl said she wanted to rip my clothes off, and then she bought me a shot of Jameson's. And also now I'm old.
The day before that, I jumped out of a fucking airplane and lived to tell the tale. I'm going again as soon as I'm not penniless.
I have to go, like, take a shower or something to wake up. My mom's on her way here to drop off the leftovers and stuff from last night! Hopefully my coherence factor will rise slightly before she gets here. (grin)