Celebrate Tonight, C'mon!

Happy Birthday, divafive!

I hope you have a wonderful time today, full of all sorts of fantastic moments! I wish I could be there to celebrate it with you.

(By the way, there's something coming in the post for you. Keep an eye out for it!)

Existential Wrestling.

On days like this, I just want to bitch-slap Jean-Paul Sartre. Maybe give him a noogie and put him in a choke-hold, too. After all, his Existential "I make reality what I want it to be by virtue of my decisions" shtick doesn't really take into account any chemical and/or hormonal (im)balances does it?

Why is it possible to feel surges of anger and depression and elation and incredible sadness all in one day? That's just not right. It's enough to make a girl seek out her lonely bed and stay there for a while.

Blargh.