that's enough celebration. thank you very much.

today is my last day and i'm not sure i'm ready. ready to give up twentythree, that is. i think i got really attached to it when tristan prettyman turned twentythree and titled her album twentythree. and from there on out i decided it would be a good number to be. she said so and i believed her. she was right.

lesley thinks everyone secretly loves their birthdays. i disagree... because i don't. my problem: i never "feel" special because it feels just like any other day (AND i might have unrealistic expectations about feeling known that never get met). so about six years ago, i decided that birthdays weren't for me. and then i realized that i don't enjoy the extra attention. in fact, i dread it. but as you can imagine, living with roommates makes it hard to escape a small celebration. so that's what we did.

we might have color coordinated our soccer attire. vote for katz, anyone?

everybody loves the elbo room. deb, dillon, me, nathan, julie.

the actual birth day post will be brought to you by a guest. in the spirit of me getting to hold the magic wand and say "what i say goes" i am asking (or forcing?) this person to write about something fantastic. we'll see what he comes up with.

also, my deadline to lend on kiva is tomorrow. it's priority number one after sleeping in.