So now I'm 23 (on Saturday.) I like 23, 23's going to Be My Year.
The one sucky thing about 23 is that my nails are too long to type with, but that was sucky about 22, too.
Parents gave me another Monster Fred, and a little tiny clip-y Huggy Fred, and a super-cool coffee-whipper thing, a really snazzy ergonomic chrome-coloured one, and a cheque organizer (don't ask, it's my mom), and incidentally $175 to help pay off my credit card, which was really nice of them :) And I bought myself "Meteora" (Linkin Park) and 2 bottles of red/gold and silver/rainbow nailpolish. But only because they were all on sale.
And R very nearly remembered my birthday. Or rather, he remembered the date, but thought I was 24. But that's ok, cuz he thought he was 27 (he's 26.) So that's a net improvement.
Readin' "The Thief of Time" (Pratchett)
Listenin' to nothing
Thinkin' about coffee
Most recently I was 
