Wednesday, Apr. 11, 2007 - 5:35 p.m.
I read too much into fortune cookies. I open one every day, hoping that it will predict my life's greatest moment.
I am close to happy. I have a boyfriend who truly cares for me, who really listens to me when I talk, who plans out special things and actually wants to spend time with me. It's us against the world, but we don't have a care in the world because we are blind in our bliss for each other.
It's my nineteenth tomorrow. It always rains on my birthday. There was a blizzard today. Never in my life has there been snow on the ground on my birthday. This will be a first. I think I will go out wearing a crown and get plastered. Bobby said he wanted to plan a picnic but I don't forsee that happening. Maybe we could do it inside, though it would take some of the fun out of it.