it's my b-day , but i'm not 25...

yet

i was born approximately 6:10 pm, so i still have time to enjoy my youth. i celebrated that fact by sliding down the stairs and almost breaking my neck...almost . i think that will be the highlight of my b-day. i celebrated my b-day saturday, which can simply be described as the good, bad, and ugly

the good: my lovely friends showed up and had a great time


he bad:

wardrobe malfunction- my zipper from my top split and i had to cover it up w/ a cardigan (it was like a tube dress top) and i thought it would hold up for the rest of the night b/c it only split, like, a quarter away. so the whole night i had to lift my top, and eventually, my girls bought me safety pins, but it didn't help. the top is now shoved somewhere in the back of my closet.

the restaurant was maaad expensive, and maaad cheeky. i ordered nothin but sushi, which was reasonably priced, but everybody else ordered chicken and stuff crab legs for, like, 25 bucks. much to everyones surprise, they were presented w/ a huge plate and teeny-weeny servings. i know how expensive restaurants are, but damn, can't ya'll atleast try to entertain us w/ the accompaniment of parsely and celery sticks--hell, distract us w/ an opera singer ( yeah, i know it was japanese restaurant)

the ugly:

i almost burned my house. bad sushi and alot of vodka tonics makes me hungry, so i get home 'round 4am and decide to cook my fave comfort food-mac n cheese. i i boil the noodles, walk up to my room and pass out. i wake up to the smell of somethin burning and realize--oops-- yeah, forgot about the mac n cheese. it was burnt, but i still ate it.

then passed out again.

i couldn't help but think that night would have made a great episode on mtv's my super sweet-16.