I didn't blog yesterday on account of how I was busy acting like a princess on my birthday.

My dad is in town and he and I spent five minutes discussing how even though it's my birthday I still need to clean up after myself. It's not even that I was shirking my duties so much as he was making up parent-type things to say.

I raked leaves on my birthday and went to the movies. I ate enchiladas and birthday cake and opened presents. I saw friends and listened to Nina Simone and told everyone that I wouldn't share any chocolates that I received for my birthday with Jenya since she hasn't shared her birthday chocolates with me. I got cranky and watched George Carlin.

Today my dad and I are being in slow motion. We went out for breakfast and then we went to go to the bookstore but I couldn't find parking so I came home. I hate looking for parking. I hate parking. I hate almost everything about driving that isn't the driving part. I have to go eat some birthday cake now.

Smooches.