you may not always get what you want...

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is it wrong to link your own posts?
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i'm just assuming you read the dear universe blog entry. I'm assuming this because you're here reading this and if not you'll click the link in the title. Seriously it's in the title. Okay fine, lazy fuckers.

anyway you are aware that my birthday kind of sucked ass. but it didn't. i just didn't get what i wanted. i got what i needed.

well okay the cramps were uncalled for.

i got xavier rudd's solace cd from my friend ls. it's really sweet and beautiful. his live album is more... hrm raw? intense? but not necessarily better. this one grows more slowly but is still wonderful. oh lord 'no woman no cry' by him is so sad.

it's hard to get to that space with cachaito on the stereo. it's so cheery you see. othercat i'm in love with this cd by the way. When I get paid in like October you have to tell me where to buy it!
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damm i'm high from climbing. There's something about a good old toss your body at a wall and keep going until it will be hard to hold the gearshift that's just endorphin rushing. also i'm high from the joint in my mouth [hi mom, if you're reading this just pretend the last sentence never existed]{I don't think I told my mother about my blog but i do read it at her house and i tell everyone about it. i haven't told her the url though. anyway i don't mind my parents knowing what i do}

i got some safety pointers that i think are relevant and others that are mostly just habits from a place with a different structure. i find it interesting that the longer someone climbs for the more they slow down with tying knots and checking buckles and so on. i think it's a function of climbing outside or something. i'm pretty careful but around people that have been at it for a while i'm really not as slow as they are. funny because that's also true on the walls.

thoughtful pause.
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okay track five one more time and then some xavier.
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blogging and internetting to music is better than television. however i need to get a tablet.
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yeah so my birthday. [the preceding stream of consciousness brought to you by the evil weed!] i got to go for a swim with my mom and have fantastic food. i hung with my dad a little. i read a fantastic book. i drank irish (yes othercat brought the tyrconnell and i brought the red breast) with my sister and my best friend. i had a blizzard for lunch. also baked alaska TWICE at the farm... mmm such food lately.

and then there was brunch and a nice mellow party and a great wedding and just general celebratory times for days on end and i'm happy as a clam. i had cake for lunch today with pie on the side. it was great. yesterday i had a great egg thing and then three of us split french toast for dessert. with CARAMELIZED BANANAS and proper maple syrup. *foodgasm!*

anyway i guess the thing is that i didn't get any of the shit that i demanded from the universe that day and yet i'm getting calls for work out of the blue and having dates with multiple people which weird. no weird. i don't do that.

like i meet someone and i date them once or a hundred times and then i move on or i stay for awhile. obviously not forever or i wouldn't be single right now but still i'm like serial monogomy girl. but suddenly i'm going climbing with one guy and taking another one out for sushi. that's sort of unexpected. seriously universe you crack me up. i haven't done crap in like two years and now this? what have you done to my boring and resentful existence?

I know I'm not resentful by the way.

Really I have shit all to say today and I got three hours sleep. Night.

But yeah to anyone asking? I had a great birthday and I'm glad the day itself was a touch maudlin. Sometimes you need that.