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Oh. the ennui
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:01 amHappy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy BIRTHday dear me-e, happybirthdaytome.
Is it sad that I'm depressed not because I'm 25, but because I just don't CARE?
What I really want for my birthday -
(my best friend who now lives in Dutchland - uh, The Netherlands, that is)
(one of my THREE uncles or their wives babysitting my demented grandmother so I can have a nice dinner out at a nice restaurant with my family and friends)
(or, gee whiz, barring those itsy bitsy requests, a one-way ticket to the Pegasus Galaxy)
- I can't have, so what's the point of celebrating?
My mother's been asking what she can get me for the last week, and we just had a semi-serious conversation sparked by the extrememly prolific internet dating commercials about how "I'm your mother, of course I understand you better than anyone else" and I say, Ma, you can understand me all you want, but until you can KNOW what to get me for my birthday without asking me, it ain't gonna do you a dingly bit of good where I'm concerned. And my poor father is in an even worse boat. I don't think he'll ever see where I'm coming from. *SIGH*
I love them anyway. They try hard. I appreciate that.
Seriously. Get me a nice big marble cheesecake with one of those nummy chocolate cookie crumb crusts, a couple of neat-o gizmos and gadgets (I love hi-tech stuf) and invite the Neighbors over to share said chocolate cookie crumb crust cheesecake (heh, say it five times fast, I dare you), and I'll have an enjoyable day. It's EASY.
HINT FOR ANY 'RENTS WHO HAPPEN TO READ THIS:
SEE ALL THOSE VHS TAPES ON MY SHELVES? THE ONES FULL OF TAPED OFF TV TELEVISION SERIES (i.e. Babylon 5, Beauty & the Beast, The Pretender, Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, Seaquest DSV, etc.) I'D BE OPEN TO REPLACING THEM WITH THE DVD SETS. No, really, twist my arm.
Is it sad that I'm depressed not because I'm 25, but because I just don't CARE?
What I really want for my birthday -
(my best friend who now lives in Dutchland - uh, The Netherlands, that is)
(one of my THREE uncles or their wives babysitting my demented grandmother so I can have a nice dinner out at a nice restaurant with my family and friends)
(or, gee whiz, barring those itsy bitsy requests, a one-way ticket to the Pegasus Galaxy)
- I can't have, so what's the point of celebrating?
My mother's been asking what she can get me for the last week, and we just had a semi-serious conversation sparked by the extrememly prolific internet dating commercials about how "I'm your mother, of course I understand you better than anyone else" and I say, Ma, you can understand me all you want, but until you can KNOW what to get me for my birthday without asking me, it ain't gonna do you a dingly bit of good where I'm concerned. And my poor father is in an even worse boat. I don't think he'll ever see where I'm coming from. *SIGH*
I love them anyway. They try hard. I appreciate that.
Seriously. Get me a nice big marble cheesecake with one of those nummy chocolate cookie crumb crusts, a couple of neat-o gizmos and gadgets (I love hi-tech stuf) and invite the Neighbors over to share said chocolate cookie crumb crust cheesecake (heh, say it five times fast, I dare you), and I'll have an enjoyable day. It's EASY.
HINT FOR ANY 'RENTS WHO HAPPEN TO READ THIS:
SEE ALL THOSE VHS TAPES ON MY SHELVES? THE ONES FULL OF TAPED OFF TV TELEVISION SERIES (i.e. Babylon 5, Beauty & the Beast, The Pretender, Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, Seaquest DSV, etc.) I'D BE OPEN TO REPLACING THEM WITH THE DVD SETS. No, really, twist my arm.
