Bon Anniversaire.

At midnight pacific time I will turn 27.  I have the same birthday as Jennifer Lopez, which in turn would make me a diva, but that is not the case.  My ideal birthday would be working all day and going to the gym.  I truly love my life and everything that I do I believe is my true passion.  I cannot stress enough how inconvenient it is for me to go out to dinner to celebrate my birthday because the best way for me to celebrate is to simply do what I do every single day.

I took French classes in high school and that is how they say happy birthday.  I've always liked the French.  They have the reputation of being bitchy.  I wish our culture had that reputation, but we're more of the hard working shit talking kind of folk that everyone wants out because we don't have our papers.  But what I really think is that white people are scared.  They think we're going to have too many babies in the US and we'll take over the population because of our procreation.  The truth is that it is happening right now and white people need to stand up in other ways.  For example, have more babies.  Don't be afraid of the consequences.  I am doing my part to help the white community by not having babies.  But I am only one woman and I can't do it alone.  Hopefully though we'll get to a point where tolerance becomes the norm and we are embraced for our abilities, creativity, and overabundance of people because let's face it: we can probably kick your ass all day.

But going back to the birthday thing.  I have always been against celebrating birthdays.  Again I celebrate my life everyday.  I think that comes a lot from the fact that my birthday is in the summer and I never celebrated it at school like the rest of the sheep (baaa).  It's just completely stupid to me.  Tomorrow I will go to dinner.  I will skip the gym (which I FUCKING hate) and I will have to see some folks that I personally don't want to see for my birthday.  But if people really feel the need to celebrate the day my mom popped me out, then by all means have at it.  Just know that in the back of mind, I am flexing my abs and running a marathon in hopes that I will burn more calories than usual.  Am I retarded?  Maybe, but at least I do what I love.

Bon anniversaire a toi.  Bon anniversaire a toi.  Bon anniversaire a Rose.  Bon anniversaire a toi.  Can I blow my candle?

PS: I have no idea what's going on at the moment.  Enjoy.