okay, I usually don't do this, but I'm excited. Today is my birthday, I'm proud to have survived this long, and I just think it's kinda neat that I turn 22 on 2-22-02. But I tend to be impressed by these sorts of things. So I'm getting my first tattoo, and am flat out determined to have a good birthday this year if it kills everyone around me.
So I wish to hear what other people's 22nd birthdays were like, I need ideas. Thank you.
Happy birthday, Mazarine.
Trying to figure this one out, chronology-wise- I think my 22nd I went to see Zodiac Mindwarp & the Love Reaction. Which was fucking cool.
Have the best fucking year you can- which if you put your mind to it, should be pretty damn good. And that goes for every other year too.
it's my girlfriend's birthday today as well, she's 24.
My 22nd - funny one that. I was actually in college (on a fucking saturday) working on an enormous painting and not planning on doing anything. A couple of my mates came in and found me, basically dissed me for being lame, called up my whole crew on my behalf and herded me down the pub. we took over this sleepy irish pub off caledonian road, gave them more custom and noise than they'd seen in ages, they loved it and invited us to stay for a lock- in. Very, very satisfying.
Plus I got bought the beautiful hardcover edition of "earth-2" by Morrison and Quitely.
On my 22nd birthday, while having sex with me, my girlfriend had her first orgasm ever through intercourse. 4 years and hundreds of orgasms have followed that.
Once again, (three years and a name change later) I don't usually do this, but I'm excited. It's that time of year again. Contrary to my fears, I haven't awoken to all the people I hated in high school standing around and telling me how succesful they are, or discovered that my breasts have descended to my knees. Hopefully it will be a good day. : )
Drew Barrymore, 30
Luis Buñuel, 105
Dick Van Arsdale, 62
Genesis P-Orridge, 55
Miou-Miou, 55
Sepp Zwicknagel, 86
Eino Heino, 93
Else Elster, 95
Don the Beachcomber, 98
Ah, thank you. I have never been to Islington, nor anywhere else in London aside from Heathrow airport, much to my chagrin. So I'm afraid it wasn't me- is there an imposter running around? Crawling pubs and being juvenile?
Happy birthday sweets! May your breasts remain perky for all eternity and may no-one ever appear from your past bragging about how well they are doing, in order only to make you feel bad.
25th for me involved recovering from a knee injury happened during a football game, being trapped in my room in dorms in Reading University - a place which I found crushingly depressing (Reading, not my room).
