Hippo birdy, two me

[cleolinda]

So. Today. Thirty-one. I was depressed (not about the number itself) and that was stupid but there it is.

(Also, the day started out really crappy. "PUT HIS ASS ON THE PHONE!")

I will say, there is one thing I feel very strongly about on birthdays, and that is: it is very important that you blow out all your candles in one breath, for thus shall you have good luck all the next year! Which is why I get UTTERLY CHAGRINED when people put the same number of candles on the cake as you are years old, because when you're seven that's awesome, but when you're thirty-one, that's just basically a giant NO LUCK FOR YOU. I just don't have the lung capacity to deal with those kind of numbers, people. "Can we just get two candles in the shape of a 3 and a 1?" I asked desperately. So after I explained why I wanted fewer candles, we compromised and just put them on my piece:

So, yeah: my mother's Golden Pound Cake recipe. Birthday cake, no frosting: I'm a rebel.

And rather than ice cream, we did a sort of strawberry shortcake thing, except that I like my strawberries on the side:

I confess, that is Cool Whip.

So it was a quiet day; we had just my grandmother over for lunch rather than any kind of Entire Family thing. I don't know. I'm just getting to be a huge baby about not wanting to do anything for my birthday--what I want to figure out is what I feel so bad about. What is it that I actually want that I'm not getting? I'm throwing myself a giant pity party, but what's the occasion? Because you can't go about fixing a problem, about getting what you want, if you don't know what that is. And I just don't know.

Anyway. I'm still slowly replacing my music collection--I might be able to recover it when I'm sure I can afford to take Betsy into the shop after Christmas shopping is done, but I'm not counting on it--so I went and bought my two favorite Pretenders songs, "Night in My Veins" and "Love Colours." Coincidentally, I got that CD for my--16th birthday? I think that's the one it was. I wore that CD to pieces, which is why I can't rip it to Lizzie now. So, fifteen years later, here we are on iTunes.

Something else I bought on a whim off eBay just happened to arrive today, and I am counting it as a birthday present to myself because it is pretty much the best thing ever. Seriously, I think opening the packet and taking it out was the only thing that made me laugh all day. I paid the princely sum of $13.13 for it, and it will be a long time before I am able to work it into The Secret Life of Dolls, but you will die, all of you will absolutely die when you see it.


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Comments

[akathorne.livejournal.com]

That IS rebellion, then. Kind of like me refusing to learn to cook because everyone else in my family LIVES for it. No! I won't! I shan't!

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I don't cook or bake (other than, hey, it's a box and I can read) because I can't ever get a spoon in edgewise.

[akathorne.livejournal.com]

Yes, I've been chastised for my knife technique by my brother. Apparently I do it ALL WRONG OMG JUST GIVE IT TO ME. And then I go lie on the couch and watch TV smugly.

[timeofnoreply.livejournal.com]

Oh, crap. Now I realize why my brother pretends to be all mad when I take over. IT'S JUST AN ACT.

[akathorne.livejournal.com]

It totally, totally is. Now you know!

[cosmob.livejournal.com]

I'm a big box-baker. I'm never quite comfortable if I don't have a box or two of brownie mix on hand, just in case. That said, I remember the first time I made a frosting from scratch; I was so excited. I've since lost that recipe, which is fine, 'cause most of the time, the pre-packaged stuff works just fine for me.