My husband makes two cakes for my birthday like I’m some kind of king. What does yours do? Nothing nearly as spectacular I’m sure.
http://a.co/3i4WQ7p Incidentally here is my wishlist, you may buy things off it.
My husband makes two cakes for my birthday like I’m some kind of king. What does yours do? Nothing nearly as spectacular I’m sure.
http://a.co/3i4WQ7p Incidentally here is my wishlist, you may buy things off it.

#birthday
This is the year I start lying about my age at work.
I’m turning 25 (at work) and 26 (in real life). I got french toast and cocoa and have a dress coming in the mail.

Someone got me a really cute pair of #mizmooz #boots as a #birthday gift. I have no idea who, there was no name on the card
I made him Portuguese sweet bread French toast and bacon and a pot of assam for breakfast (later I’m making him a strawberry cheesecake for birthday cake) and got him Laibach tickets for May (in New York, we’re going for two days, and doing a bunch of museums too). Also while making his birthday breakfast I realized what birthday breakfast making means in terms of how you feel about someone, and then I felt really really loved.
Not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty sure I’m wifing to my greatest potential right now.
like “thank you” is standard, but on some level part of me is 200% sure that the correct response is “thanks, you too” I think it’s because my brother was born three years and one day after me (so his birthday is tomorrow) so… yeaaah
when I say hypnotoad I mean myself, on my birthday.
Ideally fairly serious, academic works, no “cashing in on the Dan Brown thing” nonsense. I need them for research for my story. Specifically the Cainites, Ophites and Sethians.
Please and thank you.
Also happy birthday to me,
Because:
A: It is the nature of youth to do silly bullshit, because they’re figuring themselves out and being a dick about it ain’t gonna do nobody no good, just leave em’ alone.
B: It’s grownups who’ve got the power and thus it’s their silly bullshit that’s worth getting your undies in a bunch over, because they can actually do some damage.
So you know, kids these days with your penis emoticons or whatever it is now, and your whatever that new popstar who’s name I can’t remember her name is– I just googled the pop charts, it’s Ariana Grande, Ariana Grande is the popstar whose name I can’t remember, and I don’t know whatever trends I as a responsibleadultTM am supposed to object to (is it your pants now? Am I supposed to object to your style of pants? Your notions about gender? Some musical trend I am utterly unaware of? I HAVE NO IDEA) you go right on doing that, and some stuff, you’re probably right about, because kids are usually right about some stuff because you’re still open to new ideas and cultural change, and that’s awesome, and some stuff you’re probably pretty wrong about because you’re a kid and you’re still figuring shit out, and that’s okay.
Frankly, I gave a whole lot more shits about what teenagers were up to when I was one, and that’s probably how it should be. Mostly, I think you’re entertaining and kind of adorable.