Clareified

I am so well rested today.
I slept in until 6!
Watched NY1 till 6:30 (GO METS WINNING ON MY BIRTHDAY! WOOT!) and then got my butt up and on the 7 am bus.
It’s crazy the difference that 1.5 hours makes!
Subway was mad crowded, so I didn’t get a seat until really far into my trip, but the good bagel place was open, so I got a bagel and a danish as big as my head. Diet starts Monday. I SWEAR…
Anyway, yesterday was so awesome.
I was trapped at my desk for like 13 hours, but via the magic of the internets, I got to virtually celebrate my birthday with all my friends across the lands.
I really am beloved worldwide! Don’t be jealous Fisch, I’m sure someone somewhere likes you.
Alceste and Dawn 2 gave me the gift of Scrabble; pearatty and Smokey sent me awesome flowers; Ugarles made me the envy of all my black friends on twitter, who now think I am the BOMB, SON!; F-train proclaimed this the bestest blog ever and Man wrote me a funny poem. We played a game of Scrabble in which, though he performed admirably, I crushed him with my crazee skillz, so he put the words I played on him together in a poem:

Ar! lour the half-sail–make me walk the wair;
some words are cool and others dinky.
(or corny as a half-turned quern by Clare
or maybe my diet ain’t sufficiently zincy.)

Floored and leveled by your polska kielbasa
I guess I’m just a scrabble mome.
None of these words have flown in la mia casa,
So a happy birthday ends this silly pome.

Hee heee (I really did play kielbasa! How awesome, am I?)

Thanks also to my dentist, who tortured me for an hour and then rendered my mouth and tongue useless for another three hours, for giving me back the ability to chew on both sides of my mouth without taking painkillers. Who’s got two thumbs and somehow managed to get a cavity on the face of her tooth? This guy!

Um, what else, Oh petitedov dedicated Birdhouse in Your Soul, to me on her blog without knowing it was one of my very absolute favorites (Me: I LOVE this song! I think I spent the whole of winter 2004 telling Karol that I was the only bee in her bonnet! And then she’d say “I don’t want *any* bees in my bonnet.) So I take this as a sign that my musical tastes are endorsed by petitedov and she’s really cool, so I must be really cool!
Best birthday tweet, besides my shout-outs from the twin pillars of the poker universe Pauly and Iggy, was from my personal one-man Canadian entertainment center: Astinto. Pronounced Eh-Stin-Toe (at least by me):

Rumour is it’s @dawnsummers birthday. I find this hard to believe as you’d think she’d give SOME indication of it.

Hahahaaha, ehstintoe spells funny.

By 5 o’clock I was giddy with the birthday fever and decided to leave work early, but as I had been all responsible and conscientious, I didn’t really have anywhere to go if I did leave early. So I texted Karol:
“Boy I wish I had somewhere to go on my birthday if I left work early. But since I don’t…I guess I’ll just stay at work…working…on my birthday…cause I have nowhere to go…”
Karol responds: Can you believe Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore are still together?
Epic Karol PHAIL! (Also Epic PHAIL to everyone who wished me “Happy 5th anniversary of 29″ or “Happy ‘29th’ birthday” — besides I am fairly sure that when I turned 29 the first time, I celebrated my 25th birthday, so who’s really clever now?)
Therefore, I resorted to the one person biologically mandated to take pity on me on my birthday:
“Hi mommy! So, how are you? What’s going on?”
“What do you want?”
Hee hee.
My mommy agreed to cook me dinner and we had cake and ice cream and it was awesome! So take that stupidface, vasya!
Oh, yeah, I’m pretty sure that on twitter Karol and Snaps Wheaton said that I was white and “passing.” But especially Snaps.

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