Happy Birthday!

since i'm still up and it is officially sept. 5, i decided to go ahead and wish myself a happy birthday. this "year" seems to be starting on a sour note. my boyfriend of seven years and i are having problems and are "officially" broken up, yet we talk to each other every day. i hate being here in massachusetts and i hate not really having any friends here. i seem to be anti-friends. damn my cynicism and trust issues. i miss my family. i hate being a grown-up with responsibilities. one good thing: i'm taking myself to Applebee's for an apple chimicheescake thingie. ummmmmmm. well, happy birthday to me and if Rachel in Cisneros short story "Eleven" is right, happy birthday to all my younger selves who are still with me. hey we are one year older (whatever that means).