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Today's gonna be the birthday party from hell, I'm sure. Oh well, as my horoscope for today says:

Dear Cat,
As the Stars get ready to change, accident and surprise are your best weapons. Override the opposition with everything that you have. Laughter is your divine right -- too bad if someone else has a problem with it.

How fun, that sounds like it's my God-given right to lay the smackdown on, once again, those phantom "haters and bitches" from some rap song I can't remember.
I have to go to the laundromat like, incredibly soon. I'm picking Ed up from the train station (he left this morning on the 7:01 train into Philly to see his friend Issy) at 2:30 and I have to wash his khakis, some socks, and underwear. And some pregnancy jeans and unmetionables for myself... though I don't understand why they should be unmentionable if they are strewn about the apartment like the hearts in Synnove's love set. Ahhhh, I love being cheesy. It's ever so fun.
My twenty-first birthday is on Tuesday. And since I can't drink, I'm sooooo gonna gamble in Atlantic City. However, for all of you who reaed this, you have my encouragement to go out and get drunk in honor of me and my birthday.
Well, I'm off to wash myself and some clothes, thougn not necessarily at the same time. Hope y'all have a nice weekend.