Break Out the Booze! Or Not..

So today is my 21st birthday. Wee. Normally one would be expected to celebrate by consuming massive amounts of alcohol and waking up the next morning with a tattoo of the word "Mom" or "Bubba" in an inappropriate place. Not that I ever intended to do any of that (not big into drinking or partying), but given that I have no choice but to abstain, I find it to be somewhat irritating. I hate not being able to make a choice, but rather being forced to follow a certain course due to circumstances. Since I can't, I wanna. Oh well. Tough cookies.

I can get over that, of course. There are plenty of other things one can do on one's birthday, 21st or otherwise, and we had planned a nice afternoon of shopping (since I asked for new clothes, as I am totally lacking in the wardrobe department, doubly so since now my stomach seems to be rebelling against my jeans...damn pregnant-ness...), going to the farmer's market and having dinner, and then finishing off the evening at Open Mic. Pretty much a typical Thursday afternoon, other than the shopping. My brother stayed the night for a few days prior, and my mom was supposed to come over after work. And, of course, just like every other year, something happened to ruin it. My mom came down with the stomach flu or something and had to leave work early, come here and get my brother, and then go home-- hopefully in time to avoid throwing up all over the dash. Poor mom. She looked and sounded terrible. It just makes me mad that every year something happens to screw up my plans. It's enough to make a person stop having birthdays altogether. Oh well. I guess we'll just do nothing, we're broke and can't afford to do anything fun anyways.

--dragon Read more!