Well, here it comes, my least favorite day. I've seriously, always just hated it. I just want someone to buy me the right cake! Stop and Shop just won't cut it. For my birthday, I want a real cake, rich decadent and yummy. Or, a small gift that lets me know that someone out there really knows me, not as a test or anything, just something that says,"here, this is for you", like, as in ,"You", meaning me. Right now, I am broke. I can't even buy food. I've been eating rice and canned beans for over a week now. I've stocked up on them just for times like this. There is money coming any day now, so I don't want or need sympathy. I don't want someone to buy me dinner or provide for me, or feel bad for me. This is my bed, I'll lie in it. I'm the one who decided to go back to school and try to surf student loans to live. I have the basic necessities. It's just that sometimes I need to feel human.
I just opened an email from some friends. For my birthday, they are going to take me to the MFA in Boston. This is the gift that I've been waiting for. The MFA is my cathedral, Art is my religion. Some days, it's just nice to know that someone knows you that well.
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