The 23rd Birthday That Was

I would have posted about my amazing birthday yesterday, but I was just downright pooped after the night before. What an amazing birthday it was..

I did end up getting tattooed. It was something I have actually wanted for awhile, but I'm the worst for actually going to get things done. But I went for it, and I absolutely love it! First dork tattoo, out of many more to come I'm sure.

After getting tattooed I didn't have any clue what I was doing. I planned to have dinner at one place with some friends, but it was too far and all booked up, so we went for sushi instead. Best plan b ever! I have never seen that much sushi on one table at once. Holy fuck. Then we just pre drank at Sarah's and went out for more drunken debauchery. Then I got really drunk. Like, more drunk than I have been in awhile. But it was fantastic! Everyone was having a good time, I was having a good time, and I got to hang out with everyone. There were even some surprise friends at the bar that I haven't seen in awhile, so that was nice. Safe to say it was probably the best birthday so far! The only thing that would have made it the best EVER is if a few certain friends were here to celebrate it with me. But they're coming home soon, so that's ok! We'll have a late party.

Today is my mom's birthday (yeah, I was the best gift ever!), but I feel like a bum because I had to work all day. And it was crazy stormy outside today too. After work, I went outside to take the garbage out and I was blown away. Not actually blown away, no. The sky was all orange, and it had the craziest cloud formation. I have never seen anything like it, in my 23 years alive. I stood there for a bit, trying to grasp what I was looking at. Like, was I on drugs? No...is it the apocalypse? Yes. That must be it. The world is ending, so therefore I am witnessing this crazy fucked up sky. Which also, for some reason, resembled popcorn. I can't quite explain it, so I took lots of photos of it. And so did almost everyone else on the street. As I was walking to my bus stop, everyone was pulling out their iPhones (because you know they are superior! Admit it!), sticking out of car windows trying to snap a shot of this phenomenon. It was pretty incredible.

Birthday cupcake! And a cat.

Birthday tattoo! Cause I'm fucking cool. Don't fuck with me.

Crazy apocalyptic popcorn sky

And it was perfectly clear behind me!

Seriously, what the?

Same Shit

Well here goes another day where my plans go down the fucking toilet, just like every week.

The first half of my day was awesome. I went shoe shopping with my mom and bought myself some badass, expensive shoes that I don't need. Then we went out for lunch, where I held the cutest little canary (or budgie? Might have been too big to be a canary. But it was yellow!) and it sat on my head. Yup. That did happen.

Troy recently fractured his rib, so he's taking time off work to recover. So there isn't really much we can do right now, but we were supposed to hang out today. This is where I get all frustrated and annoyed, and all that other shit girlfriends are supposed feel. One minute he'll be all "Yeah, we'll just chill out, watch a movie or play video games." then the next he will say, "I think I should stay home. Come over and watch TV or something." (which makes sense, sure!). Then, "I'm just going to sleep all day. You have fun with your mom. I'll call you later." What the fuck? Ok, so we won't hang out at all. How does that surprise me?

I seriously don't mind going over and spending time with him if he can't go anywhere. But this seriously happens all the fucking time. We will make plans, then at the last minute he will just ditch, or decide not to do anything at all, leaving me with nothing to do. And I don't have a whole lot of friends, so it's not like I can just go somewhere else and hang out. That's all I've got. So, this is 'the sad life of Taylor', I don't do much because I have a boyfriend who selfishly ditches his girlfriend constantly. Fuck. I'm getting sick of this.

Here's a picture of my beautiful shoes. And a bird on my head.

Next time I post, I will be 23. Holy moly.

23 in T-minus 9 days

9 days until my 23rd birthday and I still have no clue what to do for it.

For the past few years, I have given up all hope for my birthday, for a few reasons. A) I don't ever drink, so what else is there to do, really? and B) Most of my friends either live in another city or are away on vacation. So that pretty much leaves me with no plans. But this year I want to do something, I need to do something. So far, I have a couple of ideas, but nothing is for certain.

I really want to get tattooed. It has been way to long, and I have had the itch to get something new lately, but just going to get it done is the hard part. Mostly because I'm the biggest wuss in the industry, but also because I'm not 100% sure what I want. Although I have a pretty good idea, and I'm going to see if my friend will be available to do it. I hope so!

Troy wants to take me out for dinner I think. That would be really nice, just the two of us. But I also want to see a few of my other friends too. This is actually stressing me out a little, trying to think of something that everyone would enjoy. Like, fuck! Why can't I live in my own place and have normal gatherings like everyone else? That would solve everything. Things to look forward to when I turn 24, maybe 25, I guess.

Time for some major brainstorming.

Meanwhile..

Comic book babes.

Dang, I really miss this girl!