Tuesday, July 01, 2003
One more day until my BIRFDAY!
YIPPEE SKIPS!
Last night was the official start to the birthday fun. Ahmad invited me over to his place to celebrate the occasion. We had great conversation, laughed so hard, and we shared things about our lives that we had yet to disclose. On the subway over, I felt anxious about seeing him. Whenever we have intense hook-ups, I always want him out of my life. I don’t know how to enjoy sex and Ahmad gets penalized for that. Once we got to talking, I brought the subject up and we had a very enlightening conversation about us and about the relationship that we are pursuing with each other. My anxiety took the back seat after that.
Ahmad not only had two bottles of really good Chardonnay waiting for me; he had a bottle of champagne. He made me a birthday dinner, which consisted of cheeseburgers, cheese fries, and Caesar salad. He also made me (from scratch) a carrot cake with cream cheese icing. (All of this and the kid doesn’t eat cheese!) At the end of the night, he came into the bedroom with the cake all lit up with candles and sang to me. From his trip to Vegas, he brought me a Ritz Carlton bathrobe, some phone cards, and candy. Tomorrow he is meeting me for lunch and that is when he is giving me my actual birthday present. Although I consider the robe to be my birthday present. I saw the price tag and it was $125. Yikers.
I had SO much fun with him. We didn’t hook up last night, but we did kiss and hold a lot. I finally went to sleep around 2:30am and had to wake up at 7:15am. Needless to say, I am very much looking forward to my nap this afternoon. Ahmad and I talked at great lengths about my brother and I showed him the letter I got from Baghdad. He is the first person I have shown the letter to and he was the definite right choice. He went on and on about how beautiful my relationship with my brother is and how he can’t wait to meet him. He was so supportive and it was nice. I am glad that I showed him the letter first.
In other news…
Member how I wrote two pen pal letters to prisoners?? Member how I am crazy and I do shit like that? Well, yesterday I got a letter back from one of the prisoners: Trent. UM! It was a really amazing letter and the guy was totally cool. He did refute the fact that he didn’t kill the person the law said he did, but I don’t care either way. This guy is HOTTT and it will be fun to have a pen pal that is beautiful AND dangerous. He has been in Playgirl three times and in the letter he says that he is "bigger and tighter now". Bigger is always better for me. He's too lean in this other pic.
The one thing that stood out to me about his letter was how starved he is for human contact. He was honest and straightforward, but thanking me over and over for writing him. I guess jail can be a very lonely place. Who would’ve thought?
Tomorrow is my 26th birthday!
Here is a little tidbit I bet you didn’t know about me:
I was born on 7/2/77 at 7:27pm and weighed 7 pounds 2 ounces. Also, my social security number is XXX-72-XXXX. Also, I have 7 fingers and 2 toes.
Ha. Sike. But the rest is true! I wonder what that all means. Some day I will have to figure it out. But for now, it’s just a nice little conversation piece.
Right?
For example:
“Hi Barbara! Do you want to know a strange little tidbit about me?” I would ask.
“No.”, Barbara would say.
“But Babs, I really want to share something about my life with you.” I would say back.
“I asked you not to call me Babs.” Barbara would say firmly.
“Well you see, I was born on 7/2/77 at 7:27pm and…” I would begin.
**Gunshot**
“Oh that’s real nice Babs. Now I’m bleeding.”
Barbara exits through the window on the left. Seemingly in a hurry.
I spent the majority of the morning putting the final touches on my birthday party. YAY! I hope everyone is excited and not too burnt out from Gay Pride Weekend. I also hope people bring me presents, although they totally don’t have to. But I also hope that people pay for my drinks when we go out, although they totally don’t have to. And one last thing I hope for is solitude.
Sike! Imagine I wanted solitude for my birthday? That’s just quazy.
Let me introduce you to my FAVORITEST NEW ARTIST!
Jason Mraz!!!
(Please take a listen. "The Remedy" was the song that got me into him. But the rest is so good too. He's better than John Mayer. snicker snicks)
I adore this kid. His voice is GREAT and I just LOVE his music. I have been playing some of the songs from his new album this morning and I am LURVING it. He does a remake of Kermit the Frog’s Rainbow Connection and it is INCREDIBLE. Please spend a minute acquainting yourself with Jason Mraz. He wants me to call him “Razzie”, but I think that’s a bit lame. He will always be “Mr. Little Guy Jason” to me. You understand.
I guess that’s it.
The next time I write in here, it will be my BIRTHDAY!
AY YI YI!
(Come on Razzie, let’s go get a drink)
(No Babs, you can’t come)
YIPPEE SKIPS!
Last night was the official start to the birthday fun. Ahmad invited me over to his place to celebrate the occasion. We had great conversation, laughed so hard, and we shared things about our lives that we had yet to disclose. On the subway over, I felt anxious about seeing him. Whenever we have intense hook-ups, I always want him out of my life. I don’t know how to enjoy sex and Ahmad gets penalized for that. Once we got to talking, I brought the subject up and we had a very enlightening conversation about us and about the relationship that we are pursuing with each other. My anxiety took the back seat after that.
Ahmad not only had two bottles of really good Chardonnay waiting for me; he had a bottle of champagne. He made me a birthday dinner, which consisted of cheeseburgers, cheese fries, and Caesar salad. He also made me (from scratch) a carrot cake with cream cheese icing. (All of this and the kid doesn’t eat cheese!) At the end of the night, he came into the bedroom with the cake all lit up with candles and sang to me. From his trip to Vegas, he brought me a Ritz Carlton bathrobe, some phone cards, and candy. Tomorrow he is meeting me for lunch and that is when he is giving me my actual birthday present. Although I consider the robe to be my birthday present. I saw the price tag and it was $125. Yikers.
I had SO much fun with him. We didn’t hook up last night, but we did kiss and hold a lot. I finally went to sleep around 2:30am and had to wake up at 7:15am. Needless to say, I am very much looking forward to my nap this afternoon. Ahmad and I talked at great lengths about my brother and I showed him the letter I got from Baghdad. He is the first person I have shown the letter to and he was the definite right choice. He went on and on about how beautiful my relationship with my brother is and how he can’t wait to meet him. He was so supportive and it was nice. I am glad that I showed him the letter first.
In other news…
Member how I wrote two pen pal letters to prisoners?? Member how I am crazy and I do shit like that? Well, yesterday I got a letter back from one of the prisoners: Trent. UM! It was a really amazing letter and the guy was totally cool. He did refute the fact that he didn’t kill the person the law said he did, but I don’t care either way. This guy is HOTTT and it will be fun to have a pen pal that is beautiful AND dangerous. He has been in Playgirl three times and in the letter he says that he is "bigger and tighter now". Bigger is always better for me. He's too lean in this other pic.
The one thing that stood out to me about his letter was how starved he is for human contact. He was honest and straightforward, but thanking me over and over for writing him. I guess jail can be a very lonely place. Who would’ve thought?
Tomorrow is my 26th birthday!
Here is a little tidbit I bet you didn’t know about me:
I was born on 7/2/77 at 7:27pm and weighed 7 pounds 2 ounces. Also, my social security number is XXX-72-XXXX. Also, I have 7 fingers and 2 toes.
Ha. Sike. But the rest is true! I wonder what that all means. Some day I will have to figure it out. But for now, it’s just a nice little conversation piece.
Right?
For example:
“Hi Barbara! Do you want to know a strange little tidbit about me?” I would ask.
“No.”, Barbara would say.
“But Babs, I really want to share something about my life with you.” I would say back.
“I asked you not to call me Babs.” Barbara would say firmly.
“Well you see, I was born on 7/2/77 at 7:27pm and…” I would begin.
**Gunshot**
“Oh that’s real nice Babs. Now I’m bleeding.”
Barbara exits through the window on the left. Seemingly in a hurry.
I spent the majority of the morning putting the final touches on my birthday party. YAY! I hope everyone is excited and not too burnt out from Gay Pride Weekend. I also hope people bring me presents, although they totally don’t have to. But I also hope that people pay for my drinks when we go out, although they totally don’t have to. And one last thing I hope for is solitude.
Sike! Imagine I wanted solitude for my birthday? That’s just quazy.
Let me introduce you to my FAVORITEST NEW ARTIST!
Jason Mraz!!!
(Please take a listen. "The Remedy" was the song that got me into him. But the rest is so good too. He's better than John Mayer. snicker snicks)
I adore this kid. His voice is GREAT and I just LOVE his music. I have been playing some of the songs from his new album this morning and I am LURVING it. He does a remake of Kermit the Frog’s Rainbow Connection and it is INCREDIBLE. Please spend a minute acquainting yourself with Jason Mraz. He wants me to call him “Razzie”, but I think that’s a bit lame. He will always be “Mr. Little Guy Jason” to me. You understand.
I guess that’s it.
The next time I write in here, it will be my BIRTHDAY!
AY YI YI!
(Come on Razzie, let’s go get a drink)
(No Babs, you can’t come)
