Thursday, November 01, 2001

Happy Birthday, Julie, I say to myself sadly, while a lone harmonica tinkles in the background. You know how cool I am? I have no one to celebrate with and I'm going to go to a movie by myself and then a restaurant by myself. Yes, I rock. Me and my rock-star life, we're superstars. I am twenty-two years old. That sounds like an intimidatingly responsible, grown-up age. Eek. At least I'm not 21 anymore, that age, to other, older people, is synonymous with a Dionysian instinct that I've never personally nurtured and/or found. So I don't have to answer to that. But whatever. There's good television on tonight, and that will be my big night IN.

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