birthday blues

Well, in all fairness, not really blues, per se.

More like in my cash strapped madness I have spied many little "presents" that I would love to give myself - and without a pot to piss in, unlike in years past, I am spying them with envy.

Examples:
BP flowy white peasant top - even on sale, too much for me.
Perfume that smells remarkably like one that I treasure, though I have saved but a few drops.
(though this might, at some point, come home with me - at $28 it is not a big splurge)
The Sartorialist - in paperback, a style bible - no computer necessary.

These are the three candles on my wishful birthday cupcake.
12 days and counting!

In other news, Matt is on tour. Spent the weekend in the company of friends, strangers and new friends and had a great time. I rode the light rail, did a little drinking, ran into some folks I haven't seen in a while and spent some time with the bestie. Good times.

I neglected Miss Karenina, and so I must make up for it beginning today. I am debating on whether to call a former-would-be employer and seeing if they will consider hiring me again, for the prospect of a dependable paycheck from a fun and stable company is really starting to win me over.

plus, I could get a discount on fun stuff for my house. bonus!