Happy birthday Dale but, sorry, this isn't about you at all.
Quite terrifyingly I turn thirty [I cannot even spell it on the first attempt [or attempt either] which surely says something about my feelings towards this age] later this year and it just keeps coming up. Being an end of year baby I don't normally think about my birthday in January or even birthday presents when half the Hunter Valley still sits around waiting to be drunk after my last birthday but, like I said, it keeps coming up. Am I having a party? When am I having a party? You're coming home or else [from my mother, she has a sweet habit of threatening, um..] and would J.[friends since we were 4] like to come? No, dammit, bring J.! And then when I say, no, no party planned, my mother wants me home [alas this means hideous relatives touching me], it's all let's all go to Queensland! Ugh, no, bad enough for me to go to FNQ in November - that's cyclone season you know and it's hot, really, really hot - without bringing a whole party along. I'll do family, or that part of the family there and friends things here [with the exception of J. who will probably be at both] if you really insist though, you know, my parties always turn out badly and I hate being the [geriatric] centre of attention. And anyway, it's January, it's all too early to think of it. Sorry, what would I like for my birthday that's in November and it's only January now...? Um. To tell the truth I've not much thought about it...
I could go on like this for quite some time but the thing is, the funny weird thing is that my mother just offered to upgrade my computer and I panicked and refused. It kinda felt like she was offering to take my baby away and give me this other shinier and prettier one in its place. Still, this is strangely generous for my mother. I must find a way to make this work to my advantage.
Update (The Firste) - I wonder if I can wrangle a plane ticket...to Europe.
Update (The Seconde) - I keep forgetting to mention it but I am trialling a flirtation with vegetarianism for the month of February. This simply means eating no animals. I'm happy to torture the little fuckers for the manifold beauties of dairy products. Piss easy recipes would be sweet.