this imploding heart

but will they ever

but will they ever want me? Green eyes, make my love come true

If anyone can sing the title of this post to me -correctly-, they win a trip to Canada with me today. or Portland, I havent decided yet.

Its my birthday! I feel alright. Not alright in the mediocre sense, but alright in the "yeah! its alright!" sense. Maybe thats nonsensical. Its my birtday right.

Last night, I was making litttle meatloaf loaves in heart shapes. I preheated the oven to 350 degrees, as suggested by my sister's recipe, and continued in the squishing and splating that is meatloaf creation. The oven started to smell a little funny, but I wasnt too worried. Funny smells are typical of my apartment building. Unfortunately, though I opened the oven to remember that I had been storing several small appliances inside, and they were melting quickly.

I now own one lopsided toaster, a with no known damage, and a pile of plastic and copper wire that used to be the cord to my rice cooker. Yeah, I know its sad, but it was still really funny. I wish I had the capacity to put a picture of the cord on here, because its pretty darn amusing.

I was given a dreamsicle down comforter for my birthday last night, accompanied by a twangy country song. Could anyone ask for better?

My mom said I was obstinate. Thats all for now.

Posted by Sonya at January 26, 2001 10:46 AM