It’s one of my housemate’s birthdays today. She’s turning 23, the old dear. She’s hooking up with a 20 year old though, so if you subscribe to the adage that ‘you’re only as old as the guy you’re feeling’, then I guess she’s a good two years younger than me. And if you’re not ‘feeling’ any guy then you can’t be any particular age and therefore maybe your age is non-existent, which is, you know, heaps existential. (FYI ‘feeling’ weird, weird expression that I would never use in everyday life).
Ok, so it’s birthday time. We’re having pirate cake – oooh I can finally upload a picture! We made it last night with cream cheese icing (my absolute favourite thing in the world – excluding Harry and Bruce, obviously). We almost made ourselves sick eating all of it, but it was probably definitely worth it.
We’re going to Ben’s Bar and then out to the Sheaf. I don’t know if this is a good idea on a school night, considering the Australia Day Hang situation, but I’m willing to give it a whirl. The only thing is, I don’t want to spend money. But I will. I said the same thing at lunch and then ended up going to have expensive sushi with my best mate. But the sushi actually WAS amazing – so perhaps that makes it worth it?
Ohhh life – at this rate I’m going to be old and poor and fat and an alcoholic. Such a winner, don’t you think? UGH.
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