dangerous compassions

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Monday, September 20, 2010

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.

4 Comments:

  • At September 21, 2010 7:55 PM, Blogger 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, Blogger 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, Blogger 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, Blogger 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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