Today I am 37. The mans hid yellow roses and gave them to me at midnight. Some of the forums I have joined sent me happy birthday emails. I thought that was nice in a computer generated kind of way. Tonight we’re going to eat in that Peruvian restauarant in Williamsburg. Potatoes and cheese!
For some reason I am very bad at birthdays. I am also flagrantly late. Last year on my pal Gail’s birthday party I fell asleep and woke up at 10pm because she was calling me asking where my ass was. The party started at 7. I rushed the primping routine to get to south Williamsburg
I go by mccormicky because I think I’m so cute but my real name is Sion and I kill birthdays