today is the 1st birthday of my brand new boobies!! their twelve month anniversary, if you will. hooray for boobies!! now some of you might say that since i had tissue taken away, and the new boobies were built out of remaining tissue, they are as old as i am. or as old as i am, minus the time before puberty. but you are wrong. besides, it’s more about the breasts themselves, their identity, than the tissue within. i was just realizing it was their birthday yesterday, and if i had noticed it earlier, i would have made boobiecakes. which would be cupcakes with a single red m n’m on top. probably frosted white. but that would take effort. and planning. i don’t even own cupcake pans. let alone those little paper cups they put in them. still… it’s a happy day for them. i glad i made the decision.
boobieday is somewhat overshadowed by the deaths of johnny cash and john ritter. the death of john ritter eerily reminds me of the death of my father. except.. my dad was asleep. not the set of his show. but my dad was only 56. and he had a massive heart attack in his sleep. bamf.
ok. now boobieday has been overshadowed by the fact that the irs has levied my entire paycheck, save “a couple of dollars.” shit. this is very very very bad. every single thing i have to pay is going to be delinquent. not that a lot of them aren’t already. shit.
ugh.