Quarter Century

*deep breath*

 Happy...birthday...to me. 
 Happpppyyyyy....birthday...toooo me.
 Happpppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy Birthday, to me.
 HAAAAPppppPPYYYYY Birthday, tooooooo meeeeeeeee!!!

 I'm 25. :) I'm alive, healthy, childless, loved and loving, still my mother's child, still blessed with my grandmothers presence. Nutured by women to love them, intrigued by men, to love them. I'm ME...in every way imaginable. I'm who I am from the tops of my almost blond locs to the ends of my cracked and dry toes. From the Id that overwhelms me, to the sub ego that I refuse me see. And I've lived for a quarter of one hundred years. Twenty five that is. 25.

Happy Birthday, GirlChild.

The Date is Enough....

Happy New Year...had to get in just to say that, and to get an entry with the whole 1/1/02 thing on it in my diary.

Didn't do anything major to b'ring' in the new year. Indulged in several decadent activities, and watched wrestling. *sighs*

Today we are going to see Lord Of The Rings, and then we will eat out somewhere....

But hey.... this will be the only FULL year of me being engaged... so that is interesting.

*yawns*


Napping time.


Jasmyn