Plaxo birthday reminder just said.... Joseph Chetcuti's birthday is tomorrow (July 28)... what's that supposed to mean? I know, if anybody in the world knows, it's me. Because if it's his birthday it's also mine, I could really tell Plaxo off, but it doesn't send reminders like... Your birthday is tomorrow (July 28). Maybe Plaxo is too polite to remind an aging lady that, but it really shouldn't have given me the Joseph reminder... when it's his, it's also mine. It's strange this thing, you never really have anything of your own. I'd be lost without him being a part of everything though. Just what does a girl do when it's just her birthday and it's not shared? I don't know, I have no experience in that. It's always been him and I and I hope it'll never change. But if life is a song... then we should be singing, graciously now, the pet shop owner probably has a right to call me Ma'am now and not Miss. Only kids call me that nowadays, which maybe shouldn't be because I'll always keenly believe that kids are my friends and so we should go on a first name basis. I wouldn't mind at all. Respect doesn't come from just labelling someone as Miss, it comes from the inside. But I cannot change things like that when others get such a big power trip from being called Miss so and so. Whatever.
Anyway, just a few hours to go, no more 33, and that's sad. A lot of things have happened this year, maybe it'll be better come 34. Who knows, I don't like the future anyway. So for now I'll keep playing the 'how-old-are-you-game-'' that is having your imaginary friend ask you that a million times. Not much time left....
Anyway, just a few hours to go, no more 33, and that's sad. A lot of things have happened this year, maybe it'll be better come 34. Who knows, I don't like the future anyway. So for now I'll keep playing the 'how-old-are-you-game-'' that is having your imaginary friend ask you that a million times. Not much time left....
