32. today i turned 32, i guess. that’s what my myspace page tells me anyway. i still feel 31. or 25. or 18 for that matter. ms. k and i were discussing the other day that we both still pause and have to think about it when someone asks our age. at least i’m not alone in that. good thing, i was beginning to think that something was wrong with me.

last night G treated me to dinner. it was good, even if i forgot to order the boneless wings and wound up with tiny little carcasses on my plate. i get freaked out by animal bones. then we hit the thrift store and i found a shirt that looked like it was from the 50s. i love it. as i paid for it the lady at the register, who looked at least 50, said she remembered when her father wore shirts like it. i came home and attempted to watch SNL but fell asleep 5 minutes before it started. i woke up to showtime at the apollo and realized i slept through the entire show. having no DVR in my bedroom, rewinding was not an option.

i woke up to a birthday text from D. my favorite person in the whole wide world called me and sang to me. i opened her gift that had been waiting on me for the past week, i got some wool socks for work. my sister called, my aunt called, ms. k called, i spoke with my other aunt, and got a text from G. it was funny that i was pouting by 10:30 this morning because i thought everyone forgot me.

i spent the day watching my name is earl, 30 rock (slowly pushing how i met your mother and the office out of the #1 & # 2 comedy places in my heart). what? my heart is very specific. then grey’s anatomy and brothers & sisters, the appearance of emily van camp at the end deserves a post all of its own. finally i checked out half nelson which has been sitting here for well over a week. the little girl in that movie is adorable. and even as a junkie i still find ryan gosling seriously hot. i did a little online shopping with the serious abundance of giftcardage i got for my birthday and had some cake. i realize it sounds more like i described the birthday of an 82 year-old, but what can you do? a day away from work, spent in pajama bottoms, where people call to tell you that they love you can’t be wrong at all.