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ravenIt's cold. It's so cold, the frost that accumulates during the night doesn't melt. The temperature in here is a nice and chilly 10 degrees. That is according to the thermometer above the computer. I'm sorely tempted to take a shower, but ah, I don't know...
I have been thinking in a random fashion about my birthday. My actual birthday is not going to be good. I don't accept that, but there isn't much I can do about it. And my beloved parents have possibly learnt from last year, and are asking me fairly far in advance what I want to do for it. The truth is I don't know...
Becca was lucky. Her favourite singer ever (Darren Hayes) was playing in Manchester on her birthday. She was alerted to this by a piece of spam she accidentally opened. She didn't know where to find out more, but luckily I was around(!) One visit to Ticketmaster and it was all arranged.
Well, I checked. Something Corporate are playing on my birthday.
In San Francisco.
Much joy there, then. So, what do I want to do? Becca was traditional with her birthday, with that sleepover and the party-that-shouldn't-have-been. This is all well and good, I guess... but I don't want to do that.
And it's my birthday. I reserve the right to do what I want. But not knowing what I want is a different matter.
I don't even know what I'd like to get. I appreciate how hard I am to buy for, but still. My parents don't have to buy Christmas presents for me, maybe that's why they don't get much practice.
My mother was telling me something yesterday. She said that on the day I was born, Liverpool received its heaviest snowfall before or since. By the time it got light, the city was at a standstill because of the drifts of snow.
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snowdrop24, who is as bored as me, but it seems to have become an extension of my thoughts, as always. I can't think of anything amusing at present.
It's so cold. I don't know what the temperature is outside, either, but it's freezing in here.
I have been thinking in a random fashion about my birthday. My actual birthday is not going to be good. I don't accept that, but there isn't much I can do about it. And my beloved parents have possibly learnt from last year, and are asking me fairly far in advance what I want to do for it. The truth is I don't know...
Becca was lucky. Her favourite singer ever (Darren Hayes) was playing in Manchester on her birthday. She was alerted to this by a piece of spam she accidentally opened. She didn't know where to find out more, but luckily I was around(!) One visit to Ticketmaster and it was all arranged.
Well, I checked. Something Corporate are playing on my birthday.
In San Francisco.
Much joy there, then. So, what do I want to do? Becca was traditional with her birthday, with that sleepover and the party-that-shouldn't-have-been. This is all well and good, I guess... but I don't want to do that.
And it's my birthday. I reserve the right to do what I want. But not knowing what I want is a different matter.
I don't even know what I'd like to get. I appreciate how hard I am to buy for, but still. My parents don't have to buy Christmas presents for me, maybe that's why they don't get much practice.
My mother was telling me something yesterday. She said that on the day I was born, Liverpool received its heaviest snowfall before or since. By the time it got light, the city was at a standstill because of the drifts of snow.
This was supposed to be a post to amuse
snowdrop24, who is as bored as me, but it seems to have become an extension of my thoughts, as always. I can't think of anything amusing at present. It's so cold. I don't know what the temperature is outside, either, but it's freezing in here.
