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My birthday weekend was great. Went to a hotel (that really shouldn't have opened yet. Complaint mail is forthcoming), hung out not-at-home. Had a great dinner with friends. Was given an AWESOME camera from people who can't take "no presents" for an answer. Ate at Il Raddichio (hole in the wall spaghetteria which at least at one point in time was owned by Roberto Donna but might not be anymore), saw a movie, took lots of pictures.

Today my mom (who by turns surprises me with her thoughtfulness and disappoints and upsets me with her complete lack of awareness for my feelings) sent me a stand mixer. I've never told her how badly I've wanted one for a few years but could never justify it to myself. There's no way she knew. But somehow she knew.

I still have a cold. It's been a full week and I'm officially fucking sick of this shit. It needs to go away NOW. NOW NOW NOW.

I'm 30 years old now. I feel pretty much exactly how I felt when I was 25 or so. Karl spent half an hour the other night trying to convince me that I'm a professional in my field and that I'm an expert at what I do and that to have your own business in this field without a college degree or training prior to starting 4 years ago is a huge deal. I don't feel it. Hopefully at some point I will. I just know he's proud of me and even if *I* don't feel that, I do feel really good about making him feel proud.


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Dec. 11th, 2007 09:44 pm (UTC)
I think the best way to deal with age is to have a nice spectrum of friends. If you want to feel annoyed or spurned on look to the annoyingly successful one with the dream job and ridiculous lifestyle, or the married one with the rich family. If you want to cheer yourself up look at the one with severely chronic depression or the still doing menial jobs 6 years after graduating one.
Dec. 11th, 2007 09:45 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah and happy birthday... cough
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:19 pm (UTC)
The funny thing is, except one or two - I'm the youngest in my group of friends, by at least a few years. I think that might be part of the success gauge weirdness. They're all older, have had more years to get their shit together, are generally more "with it" than I am. And it's hard to tell if it's just a matter of age or basic who-we-are-as-people stuff.

I wasn't fishing for a "happy birthday", just so you know. But thanks nonetheless. :)

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