My 24th birthday was about as great as my birthdays get! Granted, I had to buy my own presents then get reimbursed, but hey, I got pink phones! Plus my brother got me this totally boss Hello Kitty card with sparkly pink temporary tattoos inside. Best of all my mother got me a really thoughtful card and wrote, "I love you very much, and I'm very proud of you," inside. Ahhh.... life is good.

I expressed to my friends that I was a little upset because my whole family is on a diet, and decided not to get me a birthday cake. That's what birthdays ARE -- an excuse to gorge yourself on pizza and frosting! But, my friends pulled through for me, and surprised me with cake and pizza! Hey, I only get one birthday a year! I spent it biting into pepperoni, watching Animal Planet, and beating my friends' asses in Harry Potter Scene-It! And my old buddy managed to dig up a horrible old photo of me in elementary school holding her guinea pigs while I was wearing a blue swim suit with white polka dots and a big black sweatband. Yikes!

One other interesting thing happened. Someone has been really annoying the shit out of me lately, and I've been thinking of how great it would be if they suddenly were violently ill. That person got violently ill today. I'll have to remember for next year that I get one demonic birthday wish.