Um…

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me…eee, happy birthday to me.

Whatever.

Update: My birthday started off with a bang. More like a chill. My furnace stopped working and I haven’t had any heat since 8 PM last night, which is the last time I can remember the heat coming on. Oy! It’s 55 degrees in here right now and I’m waiting for my landlady to come with the repairman. It’s always something.

Another update: It’s 12:30 PM and I still don’t have heat. I called the gas company and they said they don’t ‘do’ furnace repair. Fuck. I just took a burning hot bath, thankfully I have hot water, to warm up. The furnace repairman hasn’t called my landlady back. I need to vent…

What the fuck, furnace repairman? It’s January and it’s fucking cold. I have a hat, scarf, and gloves on..INSIDE. It’s also my birthday. I have other things to do, if you don’t mind. Call back and get out here so I can go have fun. I’d leave and let my landlady handle the shit, but the last time you were here this happened. So, I’m staying to supervise.

Another motherfuckin’ update: It’s 3 PM and still no heat. I just called my landlady and she says that she left another message for the repairman. Seriously dude. Call back! I have a feeling I will be spending the whole day here bundled up waiting for some fucking heat. I’m getting choked up about it. This is my life. I would like one outstanding birthday, is that too much to ask. I’m going to do some yoga and make bagels. The oven will warm me up hopefully. And I will probably have a real good cry because it’s my birthday and I’m sitting at home freezing my tits off. Oh, and did I mention not ONE of my real life friends or sister has called me or emailed me happy birthday yet. I need a new life.

Crying sobbing feeling sorry for myself sad wanting a new life update: My feet are blocks of ice. I did yoga and the sweating just made me colder. I had better get fucking heat by tonight or I am going to lose my shit so hard that I may have the ambulance called on me. White coats, come on in…make sure you have fucking gloves and a hat. THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE WORST BIRTHDAY IN AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER. Please forgive me while I sob into my 5 blankets with poor little Roslin who has been attached to me all day cause she’s cold. Stella’s got enough fur for a blizzard. Oh, and I just noticed this is my 500′th post. Woofuckinghoo. Shit, I’m not even going out to dinner for my birthday.

I’m finally warm and over my temper tantrum update: The heat is back on. The furnace just needed to be serviced. All is warm. The bagels turned out amazing. Dinner was good, I made this veggie white kidney bean stuff.

Thanks for listening…