raybear | Birthdays are like time bombs -- hope yours is a blast.

I don't normally like to start my birthday in tears, but my father sent me an e-card with the above image, and his message said this:

To: Ray

Have a wonderful birthday. Maybe we'll have birthday cake together one day.

Love Always,
- Dad

He fcking called me Ray. I can't believe he fcking called me Ray. Wow. That's almost as good a gift as the PS2. Almost. Well, I suppose it's not really fair to compare the two.

In other good news, I'm wearing my dope new cholo shirt that Poet Friend got me for my birthday. MFHA stopped to compliment how good it looked, so it must be pretty stand out. I was planning to wear it today and tonight but decided instead to change back into my Neil-like sweater vest and save my shirt for the party on Saturday. Here's sort of what the shirt looks like, except it's cream and black, instead of that rust color shown here:

I didn't bring a lunch today because I was hoping someone would take me out for a meal. Is that presumptuous? I have my own cash if that doesn't happen. Or maybe I'll just gorge myself on cake that my co-workers will give me. I'm sure that will be great for my blood sugar.

Is it bad that I have a crush on one of

limenal's law school friend? Maybe I'm just still thinking about the pasta she made with bacon and butter and onions and tomato. She also served a greens salad with nuts and goat cheese with a vinagrette. Throw in a couple beers and I was a happy happy boy for dinner last night.

I'm making myself hungry.