naked sapientia

Sooo my super hot and totally famous boyfriend, Chace Crawford (you may have heard of him), just flew in all the way from New York to surprise me with a customized calendar of his naked modeling shots for my birthday. He also got me the 60 piece chicken Mcnugg combo from Mcdonalds, longer hair, a fingernail polish color that doesn’t repulse me, season 8 of One Tree Hill on DVD (which is impossible to find but he’s famous so whatever), new friends from Western I might actually like, and a coupon for 3873862 free orgasms: redeemable in birthday sex. 

Blowing out the invisible candles in the Pumpkin Spice Latte I bought myself, which I’m totally cool with, because I all I really want for my birthday is my mom 

I don’t know why, but for some reason, I feel the need to stick every objective and materialistic item acquired on this night in my memory box. Deeming the scratched NOW 4! cd I stole from Bethie’s car sacred… is.. kind of more than ridiculous, and it’s not so much that I want to prevent my inevitable future. I just want to freeze time. See, time has a way of changing everything, and I just wish that in nine months, I could (and everyone else could) still feel as emotionally connected. The kicker is that when those nine months  do roll around, I know I’ll probably be happy, in an evolved definition of the term. Happiness will mean new things. I won’t forget the old things, but my senses towards them will have dulled. 

To my attempt at preservation,

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveiloveyouiloveyouu friends