for three years in a row my mom has forgotten my birthday. i thought this would be year four. at first that she didn't remember the birth of her first born bothered me but i have gotten over it. i was actually looking forward to her forgetting. it would be cool to say i don't exist anymore because my mom has forgotten me. but no, i went home after work and on the answering machine was a message from her of a happy birthday, etc. wow, pretty amazing. i wondered if i had mentioned this months ago to my brother and he reminded her. nope, i talked to him and he said he didn't mention it.

one friend left a card taped to my front door, i went to dinner with 6 friends, received several e-cards and messages. i haven't had so much interaction on my birthday since seventh grade. going to work sucked but progressively the day got better. you could even say i had a good time. my friends usually are not clusters or cliques that hang out together but individuals who don't ever converse or meet each other. so the dinner was really interesting, to have so many at a table together. we went to parwana, which i hadn't been to since the first time i went there when my brother was visiting. this time everything was cooked perfectly, so it was more than delicious, it was heaven. this was the first time i have worn lipstick since i got my lip pierced. i think enough time has passed that it was ok to wear it for just a couple hours, however i was still nervous about it. nothing worse than a puss-y face.