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[Jul. 20th, 2005|07:14 pm] |
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That's right, kids. Hide your babies and your beadwork: I'M 21!!!
And thanks to all of you for your lovely birthday wishes. I always love LJ birthdays. I can say I've had people thinking about my birthday in England, in Pennsylvania, in Tennessee, in Hawaii, in French Canada (*wink*), in Tacoma, in Eugene, and even the far-flung reaches of the other side of town. I love you all so very, very much.
Hopefully, I responded to everyone's comments and posts, but I might have missed someone, as I was just skimming. For some reason, I haven't read LJ today, which is totally unnatural. So thanks, even if I missed you. I'll try to make it up to you somehow. ;)
And now, pressies!
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) lauraspeak made me a lovely card. If you haven't seen David Hewlett as some kind of cracked-out beatnik, it's an experience not to be missed.
And, as always, my heterosexual life partner, viciouswishes brings her traditional birthday extravaganza, including the greatest gift of all: multi-fandom Mary Sue ghey pr0n. *wipes tear away* I laughed my ass off when I read it. Hi. Fucking. Larious. But first, I almost cried at the recounting of our star-crossed history. Heh.
My brother even called this evening to tell me happy birthday, and to explain "The Rules of the Bar", which I had to repeat back to him so he knew I understood them. Basically, just say no to date rape drugs. Uh, yes, I know. Thanks, Corey. Then, he said if anyone was "giving me shit, just call me, and me and Uncle Rob will come kick their ass." I love my brother. I especially love that he refers to his own best friend/brother-in-law as my 'Uncle Rob'. Heh.
Am going to The Grove tonight with Ryan. Poetry slam and whatnot, but this time, I won't get kicked out at 10! Yay!
P.S. As always, you've got amazing timing, Scotty. Rest In Peace, Jimmy Doohan. |
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HUZZAH!!!!
I'll slam one down for you tonight.
Jimmy Doohan ded? so sad!
Haha! Thanks, J-face. I need someone to drink for me, because I kinda fail at alcohol. Oh, well. Got pretty drunk (for me) despite that.
Am sad about Doohan as well. Scotty!
Tanti aguir a te! tanti aguri A te!
Tanti aguri cara mia! Tanti aguri a te!!
Happy birthday to you, have a fantastic time and remember as little of it as you can!
Thank you, dear. Had a pretty good time, if I do say so. I do, actually, remember it all, though I probably had more alcohol in the smallest period of time I've ever had (which, granted, isn't saying too much). Ryan, on the other hand, might be a different story. It'll be interesting to hear his recollections of last night.
Happy birthday from English Canada!
I got a little weepy when I was writing our history.
*hands you a tissue in womynly solidarity*
Congrats on not dying for twenty one consecutive years.
Thanks. It is quite an accomplishment. I've worked long and hard at not dying.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! May you get lots of sex, money and happiness in the following year! :)
Yay! Teh sexx0rz! Oh, and that money and happiness thing, too. ;)
Happy BIRTHDAY!
I did not send you a present. :-( This is not because I am ebil and doing your Big Day Down. It is because the LAST time I sent anyone a 21st Legality Gift - some joker at customs thought it'd be funny to unwrap the box of hookers, paint thinner and liver-corroding painkillers.
Needless to add, they didn't get their gifts. But I do still get the occasional letter from them since they transferred jails. *eg*
![[User Picture]](http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108384795/893405) | From: lornelover
2005-07-21 04:50 pm (UTC)
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Well, it's the thought that counts. ;) Your happy thoughts are gift enough for me. Though nothing says love like an extended jail sentence.
I did think happy thoughts. Lots of nekkid happy thoughts. Just for you. I don't normally think happy nekkid thoughts. *cough* Ok, I don't normally think happy nekkid thoughts of Teh Hewlett nekkid but for a pointy pink birthday hat and a party tooter. That's special. And going to stick to your synapses like apoxy. *eg*
Though nothing says love like an extended jail sentence.
Nah, nothing says YOU'RE A FRIEND like an extended jail sentence. Nothing says love like raspy, breathy, moany phonecalls with a hint of clothes being frantically rubbed at and rustled at 3am. Which of course leads to nothing saying no quite like mace. *evil cackle*
| From: lornelover
2005-07-22 12:20 am (UTC)
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Heehee. God, I love you.
And yes, that image *is* going to be with me for DAYS. Not that I'm complaining.
Heehee. God, I love you.
Glad somebody does. :-D And I bet it's for my mind too. ^_^
Well, it was either that mental image or one of Teh Hewlett jumping out of the top of a HUGE birthday cake while singing 'I Just Wanna be Loved By You' and smearing chocolate frosting on his nipples MOST provocatively... *veg*
| From: lornelover
2005-07-24 11:19 pm (UTC)
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Munchie's various images of Hewlett and birthday-ery: the gift that keeps on giving.
I do my best. *bows*
Anything to take your mind off Teh Hewlett in jeans and workboots singing 'Thank Heavens (For Little Girls)' with a puppeh/kitteh under one arm and a big handful of lollipops in the other. 'Cause that... *shakes head* That'll just take your mind to The Bad Place (tm). | |
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