R.I.P Kevin

So it's been a while, as per usual, no need to stir things up and be prompt or anything.

I am not sure why I am here today. I have nothing of particular to say. I've sat here these last few nights and gone on a quest to search for some new music to feast my ears upon. One treasure you may or may not have heard. A Fine Frenzy, Almost Lovers. I think it's part of the New Moon soundtrack which in my books is a con not a pro but regardless. Now I am onto Ingrid Michaelson. Interesting lyrics. Broken girl from the little I gather. Sometimes this is good...

I bought new boots today. I know you may not think it so, and I cannot explain it but this is rather monumental...they will not last. I know this but I bought them regardless. I needed new boots. Besides, it's my birthday in a few days.

I am turning 29. I am old. 29 on the other hand is not. But such is life. Big family. Lot's of sacrifices and compromises for all alike.

Celebrating my birthday seemed like one big inconvenience this time around and I just could not stomach it. My annual five minute pity party. Invitation only, black-tie event kinda deal. It was a hoot, what can I say? I shouldn't complain. For all intense and purposes it appears I will finally ( I don't wanna jinks it) get to eat at Bistro 7.25. Only a few years in the making. Will keep you posted.

I saw people today, they pulled my strings one day. Nice to be free and and not obey.

I am egocentric. Every paragraph starts with the letter "I".

Haha!!

"Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I"

Conrad and I need to put them lyrics to memory and make that the theme song of our lives! One day you will receive a nice sweater in the mail along with an invitation for dance lessons and you will immediately think of me.

H had a minor surgery today to remove some scar tissue that she has affectionately named "Kevin" over the years. I do not ever wish pain upon my darling but teleporting opportunities such as these do not present themselves very often. She looked daggers upon me, rebuking me for not being within reach. We locked eyes, joined hands, and fused hearts all the more. Love that girl to pieces...

Note to self: Do not watch movies with chicks with big bellies.