Who says your birthday can’t last the entire month?

I mean, obviously not the WHOLE month because of Thanksgiving. God damn pilgrims always on my jock.

Seriously though, the celebration of my birth will be happening THIS weekend even though the actual birthday was last week. So yea… Two and a half weeks to celebrate, that seems about right for twenty eight years.

Tonight, I’m going to hang with Nanners. It’s Grey’s Anatomy night. We missed last week as she skittered off to her hometown for a visit. I’m really looking forward to spending some time with her and getting chinese food (which is becoming something of a tradition — my ass is also getting fatter but damn, that lo mein is good).

Tomorrow, it’s off to work I go. I’m participating in a documentary about breastfeeding. I’m not sure what to expect, but I’m planning on wearing something very non-momish. I hate that breastfeeding moms get a rap for being dowdy nursing-topped fuddy duddies. I think I’ll rock some cleavage.

After work, my friend is coming up from Florida for my partay! I’m so excited. I think we’ll probably go out tomorrow night seeking as much debauchery as we can afford. Saturday is my birthday party — the whole gang is meeting up at a local bar for beers and pool and shuffle board and whatever else we might get ourselves into. I’m so very excited about this weekend.

I am pretty sure I ended things with the HSD on Tuesday. I hadn’t heard from him for almost two weeks and he, more or less, took our “maybe” plans and stood me up. I went to his house on my way to work to retrieve my sweater that I left at his house after our last rendezvous. He said, “Did you really come all this way just to get your sweater?” And smiled that devious smile at me and honestly, it didn’t make me weak in the knees. I feel so over dudes who think that they can wave their fingers in my face like some kind of magic and *poof* the panties drop. He’s fun, for sure… The sex was some of the hottest I’ve ever had, but the bottom line is, he is going nowhere very fast. I have had my fill of attaching myself to do-nothing jokers. I want a man with a plan! I want a man with ambition! A degree and a great job would be really awesome, lulz.

I only stayed at his house for like 15 minutes. I don’t think he realized that, “I’ll stop by on my way to work,” literally meant that I would stop by on my way to work. In conversation, he realized he missed my birthday and apologized. He said something to effect of, “I wish we had more time so I could fuck you.” And my brain was just like, CLICK. Done. Over it. He was disappointed when I left. I was down right beaming.

Beaming the same way I was beaming when I ended it with him in the spring!

That dude is NOT good enough for me. And if I want to keep him in the wings for super hot sex every now and again, I think that’s fair. But he will never, ever have a position in my top priorities list, mmkay? If I try to flip on this, y’all slap a bitch, alright??

For now, I’m off.

There, Ms. Winston and ‘Sota — a blog post. Neeners.