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The best thing about my birthday cake was there were two pieces of beef jerky in it. Sheri's the cake-inventing guru & she knows I don't give a shit about cake but I adore beef jerky, so she stuck two pre-wrapped sticks of it right in the frosting. I blew out the candles, ate both pieces of jerky & went outside for a cigarette.
So I'm 27. Yeah, yeah.
Everything happens in fits & starts, everything. Days & days of unremitting boredom & then like five big things will happen. Sometimes all in one nite.
My birthday was fun. Lots of friends & some great presents. Somehow I changed clothes four times in the course of the evening too. Because Polly got me this dress that was this long soft twisted grey thing & you couldn't tell which end was up or what was back & what was front or how you were meant to wear it at all, so as soon as I got home from the bar, even tho I had about six people with me, I put it on straightaway. Anise said it looked like I was from Tokyo (meaning the dress rules). Then I wanted to show Sheri the black dress I bought for Paul's wedding, but while I was wearing it I sat where someone had spilled beer on the couch & so finally I put on a t-shirt & jeans. Which was best, really.
Anyway. Blah blah. New York is sunshiney now, but everyone knows that. Yesterday I walked downtown from work & I just kept walking, over the bridge & into Brooklyn. It didn't feel so much like I was walking as it felt like I was feeling the sun & the new air & checking out the graffiti. I liked a car parked below me on South Fifth when I was almost home; someone had sprayed the words "COME ON LETS GO" in giant yellow letters across the side. Seemed appropriate.