Friday, May 02, 2008

12 days...

i am starting to have anxiety dreams about my 30th birthday party which can only mean one unfortunate thing: i am looking far too forward to it and planning far too much for it and expending far too much energy on it and i'm most certainly due for a big fat dissapointment because of this.

like my sister's wedding.

i hate that "the best laid plans of mice and men oft' go awry..."

my dream was that the linens didn't get to the party til AFTER it started, and that they were not tablecloths at all, but RAGS, and they were NOT red and black, but blue and yellow! and that my waitresses were mean to me, and told my aunt that they hated me, so i fired them. and there was a lot of screaming involved.

but at least i have a wicked (10 hour) playlist prepared that i cannot wait to dance to! like, right now, i'm listening to it, and vanilla ice is on! whaaaaat? blast from the past.

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