It may sound odd, from a person who is attempting to keep a blog, to say that I do not like publicizing my birthday because I do not like the concentration of attention on a single day...but that's the truth. It is bizarre and at times discomfiting to have that much attention and apparently undeserved well-wishing given to me in a single day. Now, that's not to say that I don't love celebrating other people's birthdays...I just get a little squeamish about my own. Gifts kind of freak me out...odd, but true.
However, were I to wake up on my encroaching birthday and have my most recent desires granted, they would come in these forms:
A round-trip ticket to NYC for at least a week in January.
A gym membership to In-Shape City.
Two new pairs of jeans, one in dark grey & one in dark blue.
A car.
A second job.
A set of three graduated mixing bowls, new measuring cups, a new Teflon skillet, a large soup pot & new dish towels.
New sheets & pillowcases.
Paint for each room in the house.
Shelves.
A workstation in the garage.
A Playstation and Guitar Hero.
A $1000 wardrobe from J. Crew. (as in clothes, not the furniture piece called a wardrobe.)
Patti Smith concert tickets.
A road trip with Virginia.
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