7:47 p.m. - November 07, 2006
A nice birthday, full of telephone rings and text messages - I have never known what it is like to be popular, but I'm feeling something tonight and I rather like it.
5 because it was the only candle I had in the house, the sister surprised I didn't keep the ones from last year. I am not that cheap.
I love watching election returns. Thieves and manipulators replacing thieves and manipulators. But please, must we have Nancy Pelosi? Not crazy about her in the least.
I met someone today and spent almost 5 hours together talking and laughing. He is utterly cute, 33, an environmental consultant, and has a Mickey Mouse tattoo on his left asscheek. He thinks I'm extraordinary. What a great feeling. What a great birthday.
Just one thing absolutely kills me about him: His name. You have one guess, just one. Out of all the names out there, his name is also Ken. This is a cosmic joke or an opportunity to rewrite history.
Please God, don't let me fuck this one up. Just let me see where it goes. Please.
This has been one of my best birthdays ever.