happy birthday to me
We're back home safe from a weekend away for my birthday. I'm 34 today. Yesterday we ate carrot cake. Today I saw my old friend J--we ate a late lunch.
I'm sick of men telling me who I am. I'm ready to throw the towel in on half my relationships. But L called today, as Erik drove us home, and that was nice, though it was hard to hear her because of the noise from the road.
I'm sick of men telling me who I am. I'm ready to throw the towel in on half my relationships. But L called today, as Erik drove us home, and that was nice, though it was hard to hear her because of the noise from the road.
posted by Laura-Marie @ 9:55 PM
4 Comments:
At September 21, 2010 7:55 PM,
HardtravelingHero said…
Happy Birthday. I think I knew this, but forgot. I haven't been paying attention to birthday well this past year. I'd probably miss my own if I wasn't so into myself.
How are men telling you who you are and why the fuck would they do that? Is this why I sort of dislike people yet hate feeling alone?
Do you like the Kings of Leon CD I sent at all?
At September 22, 2010 8:30 AM,
Laura-Marie said…
Thanks for your good wishes--I will tell you about the men telling me who I am in an email, if I remember to. Yeah, the need for aloneness and the need for love is a big tension for me. No, I didn't enjoy the Kinds of Leon but should give it another listen. Still waiting for a Bruce Springsteen mix! :P
At September 22, 2010 8:33 AM,
HardtravelingHero said…
Remember. I think this is something that I've sort of noticed with other women I've known and men folk in their lives.
Do you know if you like any Springsteen?
At September 22, 2010 8:35 AM,
Laura-Marie said…
Yes, I've liked what I've heard and think there's more behind the hits. I like his style.
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