Birthday Bits

I got my birthday card from my family today. My mother wrote: “Live with responsibility; walk in love.”

Given that I’ve attended 0 out of 6 possible hours of classes this week, and had to struggle today to restrain myself from shouting “Thar she blows!” after a fat bitch waddling on the pavement who nearly shoved me into the path of a speeding bus, those words are rather chastening.

Nick and I have reached an extremely convenient and mutually beneficial agreement about our respective birthday presents to each other. We somehow realized that we were both giving each other CDs that we also wanted for ourselves, in the shockingly conniving hope that after gift-giving, gift-borrowing would soon follow. So to make things easier and more efficient, we gave each other permission in advance to rip the CDs before giving them.