today begins the official countdown to my birthday. 7 days left...

i'm gonna be 26. i'm looking forward to it. i feel great and i'm having fun, so there's no reason to lament being a year older.

both my mother and my boyfriend have been pestering me about what i want for my birthday. know what? i don't want the people i love to worry about it. i don't want anything. don't get me anything. just wish me a happy birthday.

Jean, you're the only one who reads this, so you know i'm talking to you.

if there is anyone else who stops by, even if it is an accident, i'll still accept gifts from you. it doesn't matter what it is (though cash is always nice); it's a great way for us to get to know each other.