you say it's your birthday?

I had this beautiful, eloquent, tears-to-my-eyes thank you for all the fabulous wellwishes and birthday salutations that I've received today....

but LJ ate it.

Ahem. I'd just like to say to amezri I can't think of a better person to share the birthday with, and to every one else - I will get back to each of you personally (I'm at school currently, with HIGH!SPEED! labs) later, and that for every time I've felt sort of well...like an insignificant peon in the void, days like today remind me that I'm not. So you know, you all rock. Big hugs and gobs of glitter confetti to you all.

My birthday manifesto is to celebrate the entirety of September - but to celebrate yourselves - you know, eat that last scoop of rocky road ice cream or slice of devil food's cake. Say you're eating it for me, or whatever. Do what you want, enjoy life, dance to Guajira --- French kiss underwater, who knows? Just take time for yourselves and your loved ones, that's what celebrations should be about.

So here's to us.

;)

Also, non birthday things: I see the massive heart on for Seth Cohen (and Adam Brody) and I am glad. We will wear striped shirts, clutch our skateboards bewilderingly, and opine about Xmen versus Star-Wars. And incidentally, kill everyone within a five mile radius of us by our utter adorability. Go forth and wield that cute gamma ray. Go!

WORLD TOMINATION: okay, so who's been swayed by this LJ about Tom Mcrae - either directly or indirectly. Comment so I can fall upon you and squee, like long lost relatives. We'll sing Streetlight and drive down the road blasting Karaoke Soul and that boy who won't date us is a fool because he doesn't get Bordersong and is a TOOL, A TOOL, I say - and We're stronger than dirt.

So yes.