My birthday is the day after Christmas which is the worst birthday ever. Not that I'd change it if I could, but the whole youngest-in-your-class thing, combined with the one-present-per-year, and everyone-is-tired-of-celebrating all add up to a pretty sad birthday. I kind of hate my birthday and never celebrate it except with my parents and sister and boyfriend. The other thing is how I'm petrified of death, and every birthday seems like a giant marker symbolizing what's over and pushing me closer to that mysterious cliff, but that's a whole other post.
Anyway, here is my holiday/birthday wish list of stuff I am pretty sure I won't get:
1. A soprano ukelele.
2. 3-d geometric wall sculptures I saw at Craig's apartment but don't know where they are from.
3. A house (with a pool)
4. A dog (A big one.)
5. A new SLR (and to find my 18-55mm.)
6. To go to my friend's bachelorette party in motherfucking Jackson Hole.
7. A gym in my building.
8. Ginger holiday cookies.
9. A vintage Wedgwood tea set.
10. A new sofa.
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