Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Go shorty...It's my birthday

Why? All I want to do is go to Webster Hall and have a few drinks on my birthday...why does it have to be the biggest fucking fiasco of the year? First I can't find that dang white dress, and then people are being all weird about if they're coming or not after they invited themselves, and now no one wants to fucking drive! I'm really this close to being over my whole birthday and just not doing anything. It's like no one cares, no one gives a rats ass that it's my 21st birthday and I can't do the one thing I wanted to do...whatever man. On what I wish was a lighter note, I had the most dazzling conversation with my mother last night. Apparantly I'm not allowed to have friends other than Jackie, Stephanie and Dwayne, because the second I have a friend that I hang out with more for more than 2 seconds I'm either doing it cause there's a boy involved or I'm a lesbian. And the most annoying part, that part that really just pisses me the hell off, is that no one will say anything out loud. They just look at me. They look at me like I just ate the last piece of chocolate cake, when I already had 3 pieces. Or more appropriatly, they look at me like I'm a slut. When I went to the movies last night, I guess it was cheating to go with a friend, because my mom told me to be " considerate of Dwayne's feelings". Not to " do anything to mess it up". Ok mom, I'll stay home and knit and pray and wait for my prince to come and save me. I didn't even believe that shit. I'm just frustrated with everyone right now, and this whole birthday thing is really pissing me off. I guess I'm just not doing shit on my birthday because to tell you the honest truth I don't care anymore....
** Later that day...
In retrospect I think I was a little...dramatic. Taking the train might not be that bad after all, everyone can drink and we'll get there on time. I was just a little pissy before, I wanted things my way. Well hindsight's 20/20